Originally Posted by
rcarlberg
Wife & I just watched "Echo in the Canyon," the Netflix documentary about the incredible confluence of talent that coalesced in Laurel Canyon during 1965-1967: The Byrds, The Mamas & The Papas, The Beach Boys, Frank Zappa, Buffalo Springfield, Crosby Stills & Nash, etc. Graham Nash predicts in the film that the wealth of great songwriting that these people put forth, and that they inspired in each other, will go down in history as a locus of talent equivalent to Paris in the 1920s (Stein, Duchamp, Picasso, Eliot, Klein, Hemingway, Matisse, Anderson, F. Scott Fitzgerald), or Vienna in 1900 (Wagner, Schönberg, Webern, Mahler, Freud, Klimt, Wittgenstein, etc.) Sometimes a milieu just arises, out of nothing, and it changes everything.
I turned to the Mrs and said, "You know, we were SO LUCKY to grow up with the music we did, with such great melodies and lyrics and songwriting. This music we grew up with is just as vital today as the day it was written. Kids today, what'll they have to be nostalgic about when they get old? Chance The Rapper? Lil Uzi? Gunna? Cardi B?"
"No," she replied. "They'll still be listening to music from the Sixties."
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