The first broadcast of the Grand Ole Opry was today in 1925.
"Music is essentially useless, as life is." -- George Santayana.
Maybe he’d hang around, listen to some music for a change. Although he had to say, most of what passed for music today left him cold. No lyrics or melodies. Say what you would about some of the shit he’d grown up listening to, at least you could find a tune in there somewhere, usually. But now…what had happened?
What had happened to him, maybe that was it. Was he that old, that the music had totally changed, as if it were from some other world, far in the future? Or rather, that he was from some other world, far in the past? -- Chapter 31, The Misforgotten.
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