Too Little Good Music
Allan Jefferys' column, "Much Is Lost Since Days of Classic Love Songs" (March 8) made me say a quiet "amen." Good lyrics, soothing music and singers with talent and poise seem to have gone the way of the dinosaurs.
I have my own thoughts in regard to his question: "Why do so many of today's singers twist their faces in a visage of pain and rage?" Perhaps their undergarments are too tight or knotted up. I also wonder if maybe they are experiencing a sudden surge of gas pains.
Jefferys asked, "Why do they plant the microphone in front of their faces so you can't see them?" That might be a blessing!
I, too, miss the songs, singers and bands of yesteryear. Where are the likes of Sinatra, Como, Crosby, Jo Stafford, Patti Page and others like them? The sounds of Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman, Harry James, and the Dorsey brothers? Thank the good Lord we can still sit back and enjoy their recorded music.
I certainly am not suggesting that today's music field is devoid of good performers, both singers and bands, but there are far too few of them in my judgment.
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