It’s one of my favorite musical geezer phrases, but sometimes it is true.
Music just had something back then. Maybe we weren’t as saturated, or there weren’t as many effects, or the corporate formula had not hit yet, or maybe the artists were just so in tune with the spirit of music, maaaaan.
Psych! A quick browse through the used record store will tell you that there has always been terrible music, and plenty of it.
Like most things, it’s finding a needle in a haystack…or some better, yet still overused phrase about the rarity of quality.
Some things, however, are a guarantee. When Mark effin Ronson comes around and brings Mystikal, who himself emits everything hype, you know it’s gonna be a banger.
And it has what every salty geezer needs in their music — soul.
It wont bring back a time when you could buy a burger and soda and get change back from a dollar, but it is sure to tap a few toes and stank a few faces.
Also, I’ll mail you a quarter if you do not fall in love with this kid by the end of the song.
(Song recommendation by Jon Johnson)