Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HwmDj1yF6LA
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 weed, 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.
www.thomaswcase.com
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I aggre with John. This poem feels like pure nostalgia. All the childhood feelings and regrets. We don't get exited for the things we used to as kids.. now our brain is almost occupied 24/7 thinking about stuff, life. Even little kids these days are stressing over their life. But childhood, ah... childhood indeed. It can never come back so let's make the most of what we have now as present.
This piece hums with nostalgia, that ache for when music felt alive — when every note carried dust, sweat, and soul. You can almost hear the vinyl spinning, smell the haze of youth. Today’s world feels digital and detached, though moments of thrill still exist — like the pulse of chance at https://yonibet-casino.com, where rhythm meets risk and something real still beats beneath the static.
I agree Thomas music has been kidnapped by autotune, pitch correction the listener blinded by corporate greed stamped out products that look one just like another, originality is out. A good point in a lovely poem.
You are right Thomas - all the Musical Greats are either too old now or sadly gone. Modern pop Music is a shadow of what we had growing up. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
I aggre with John. This poem feels like pure nostalgia. All the childhood feelings and regrets. We don't get exited for the things we used to as kids.. now our brain is almost occupied 24/7 thinking about stuff, life. Even little kids these days are stressing over their life. But childhood, ah... childhood indeed. It can never come back so let's make the most of what we have now as present.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..