Not too long ago, I stumbled across a 2010 article from The Guardian entitled “Why do we hate modern classical music?” In spite of the fact that I myself am more than a tad guilty[…]
Lily & Madeleine: Fumes
One great thing about new music is that there is so much out there just waiting to be discovered. I am always amazed when I hear people stating that “there is no such thing as[…]
Sometimes You Find the Music, Sometimes the Music Finds You
Most of the albums we’ve written about so far here have been ones that we have reacquired based on childhood memories, or the tastes of family members that we both somehow inherited. However, part of[…]
How New Musical Discoveries Led to Music From the Past
My last discussion here on “Rescued Vinyl” reminisced on the debut of the late Jeff Healey, and the introduction of non-mainstream North American music into the life of a young man on the verge of[…]
Hearing the Old as New Again
One of the main joys of rescuing vinyl is the discovery of artists from previous generations, who perhaps have been displaced in public view by their successors. Although I don’t play it, I possess a[…]
“Gott ist meine Hirte” – Dvořák and Fischer-Dieskau for Easter
As I’ve written previously, I have a host of memories from undergraduate studies wrapped up in choral and sacred music. One additional revelation that I took away from those years was the talent and phenomenal[…]
With Thanks to Casey Kasem
My previous Rescued Vinyl musings have demonstrated that as a music loving teenager growing up in the UK, I quickly developed a craving for music found beyond the conventional mainstream. Sure, we had plenty of[…]
A Tremendous Voice, Silenced Too Soon: Dinah Washington
A few weeks ago, I wrote about Barry Manilow’s “2:00 AM Paradise Cafe” album and my consequent introduction to jazz musicians such as Sarah Vaughan and Gerry Mulligan. As so often happens, those discoveries led[…]
Remembering the Popular Music Pioneers
With this wonderful resurgence of vinyl, nothing beats time spent sifting through boxes and crates of records at our favorite independent music stores. Expanding the search to locate previously unknown stores when visiting new towns,[…]
In Which Barry Brings Me to Gerry, Sarah, Stan, and Mel
Even from the few pieces posted here on RV so far, it’s probably obvious that both M and I are children of the 1970s, thoroughly steeped in its music from early childhood. Even though it’s[…]