Music isn't the same anymore.
The purity and grit are gone.
It's mechanical and cold.
I remember the days of
records and record players.
The crack and pop, the
sizzling booming bass that
rumbled in my soul.
I think of a song, let's say
something by Zeppelin.
I close my eyes and smell
the **** see the
blacklight poster on
the brick basement walls.
I lift up the needle and
ramble on.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 6:44 PM UTC
Music isn't the same anymore.
The purity and grit are gone.
It's mechanical and cold.
I remember the days of
records and record players.
The crack and pop, the
sizzling booming bass that
rumbled in my soul.
I think of a song, let's say
something by Zeppelin.
I close my eyes and smell
the **** see the
blacklight poster on
the brick basement walls.
I lift up the needle and
ramble on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwmDj1yF6LA
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my books, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse, and Sleep Always Calls. My books are available on Amazon.
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