I don’t know what to trust anymore.

I don’t know what to trust when it comes to music these days, at least.

That’s what I’m talking about.

It’s all 1’s and 0″s now….on a computer….shaped and molded with processing and autotuning and the machine playing.

But….there’s still something to be said for the human being playing everything….wood and steel and the organic….watching the music being made right before your eyes.

Of course, the bulk of the music out there is still made by human beings…..

Who else would make it? Robots? Surely not. Monkeys? Nah…..

But….having a little bit of trickery makes you question everything you hear.

You don’t know what is going on in most of the pre-recorded music that’s floating around out there in the world.

It’s like Lance and the bicycle…who isn’t doping if they’re winning? Everybody’s guilty until proven innocent. ¬†You just want to know that something is still real.

Isaac and I went to a real “record store” the other day….wall to wall vinyl….vinyl….analog…the waves in the grooves.

That was kind of refreshing….to be in a place where people cared about the music.

“Old school”.

I hadn’t been in a record store for a long time.

There’s still so much room for the real.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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