"There's a time in life for Hoagy Carmichael. There's a time in life for Claude Debussy. There's a time in life for Jerry Lee Lewis. There's a time in life for Destiny's Child. All these things have their moment." ~Elvis Costello
If you tend to think all top 40 music sounds the same, there are reasons for that. And one of the biggest is what product manager and musician Patrick Metzger recently dubbed “the Millennial Whoop”, a repeated alternating series of the 5th and 3rd notes in a major scale. It’s currently all over the radio and it probably won’t be going away any time soon.
Songwriters have begun incorporating tropes like this and the ubiquitous “hey!” into songs because they know they are already familiar to the listener from other hit songs, and that bit of familiarity helps to make said listener comfortable with the new song. It’s like a musical referral of sorts–the stranger who’s introduced to you by a friend.
I’m not much of a pack rat, so I’ve always thought it’s a bit weird that some music fans save the ticket stubs from every single concert they’ve ever been to. A signed setlist is one thing, but a ticket stub is just a worthless piece of paper! Well, joke’s on me, because now a company called Lakeside Photo Works is transforming old ticket stubs into that most utilitarian of home accessories: the floor mat…
Music journalists will have to find another scapegoat for their cynicism and general grumpitude. Turns out that most folks who regularly attend concerts report feeling happier about their lives overall, according to a new study out of Australia.
Vinyl is back, baby. Take a look around at all the Record Store Days and limited LP releases that have popped up in recent years, and you’ll see the evidence everywhere. But hold up — are hipsters and nostalgists really powering vinyl’s unlikely resurgence? Not according to a new study by market research company YouGov, who analyzed data on 2016 vinyl sales in the UK and arrived at a much different conclusion: Vinyl collecting is mostly the province of middle-aged loners…