Radio Killed the Radio Star

Six or seven years ago, music was big. The alternative kids were shedding their underground vestibules to listen to local stations, who at the time were finally getting around to embracing the 90’s version of rock music. Rock n’ roll was still the number one reason to tune in to the radio across America, despite the overabundance of everyone-loves-it stations and country music playing on the radio. Five or six companies were making records that sold, and everyone complained about how it was so hard to find good music. CDs became fashionable again, just as it was becoming so much easier to make “mixed tapes” with the plastic discs. Then came Napster, and the music industry fell…

In a way, anyway.

The point of all of this isn’t to rehash the Wired article I just read, but instead to mention how amazing it is what music can do, when left to its own accords. There is a rising number of persons out there who are just being introduced to music. 20 somethings who never paid attention in high school, parents realizing there’s more than the oldies, and teeny boppers suddenly given the option to stray from their shooting pop stars out into a galaxy of downloadable goodness. These people might never have experienced music at all were they never given the chance to listen to the spectrum of it all, instead of hearing Britney after Puffy after Nickle Back of clam bake.

Now, these people who had no clue where to go to find the “underground scene” and the only CD they had in their cars was a financial brochure describing their savings plan are introducing me to great new bands and musical afronts.

Crash big industry, howdy there opened eyes.

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