My father in law has is a music fiend who–to this day–had a mad collection of old records, 45s, musical instruments, guitar pedals and et voila…! an old 45 player.
He usually passes his time playing all his old records while sipping wine on his den, reminiscing about the old days when he used to play rhythm guitar for an old “Beatles-style” band, the one they call “The Wayfarers”. Like any other dude who grew up in the 50s, my young father-in-law along with his cousins and friends fancied themselves as the next “Beatles”. They wore spiffy black suits, with matching black Raybans and probably broke a few hearts along the way.
I used to be ambivalent to 50s and 60s music when I was growing up. But now that I am old, I realized that music is way, way better before. It has nice melodies, simple yet direct to the point lyrics, and does not need to glorify “pimping, blowin’ and the Benjamins” just so that it will be relate-able to the listeners. Now, “real” music for me are the old Motown classics, anything from the Beatles and Rollingstones discography as well a tunes from The Mamas and the Papas.
Seems the old generation had it better when it comes to music.