Every one bit the dust

These recordings are discussed in this column. Photo by Bernard A. Drew

Disturbing news, for a baby boomer anyway, comes from my recent reading of Steve Knopper’s article “The End of Owning Music,” Rolling Stone, June 14 issue, and  Renée Graham’s “In the YouTube Era, Can We Still Savor Music?” Boston Globe, June 17. They shook my whole personal music foundation. 

I grew up in a rural area listening to top-40 radio and purchasing 45 singles and occasionally 33 rpm LPs. The first LP I owned was Johnny Cash, “Hey Porter/CryCryCry,” on Sun Records. (Wish I still had it.)

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