As if I even need a special reason since older music is freaking awesome.
But today on the elliptical, I was listening to Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. And one of the things I really love about music from a certain era is that they leave the mistakes!
There’s this part toward about 30 seconds in where the boys are singing “who says they don’t cry,” but one person kind of forgets where he is and starts to sing “that’s just an alibi.” And they just left it.
Nowadays we play with every single part of the song and record each track individually. Perfection is fun and cool in its own way. I don’t dislike music of today or think it’s worse than older music. But there’s something fun about hearing the mistakes and the takes just as is.
(I first made this revelation of love at Berklee, and thought about it today and thought I would share.)