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Black Music & White Music
Wait! Wait a minute! Come back.
Now, I know, you read the title and probably either rolled your eyes or sighed. You are probably getting ready to scroll on by while thinking, “I can’t take another heavy, depressing piece. Especially, one about more racists fuckery.”
I get it. I totally get it. Things are heavy out there right now.
And guess what? Too bad! That is exactly what you are getting.
No, wait! I’m only joking! Its just a joke. Relax. Sit a spell. Let Ol’ Walt tell you a story about sillier times, sillier people, and a thing we thankfully seem to be over, for the most part.
There was Black Music. And there was White Music. I constantly heard this distinction while growing up. If there are people, still making these sorts of astute claims, I have not heard them. In fact, I cannot remember the last time I heard these sorts of arbitrary distinctions, and we are all better off for it.
However, there was once a time when Black Music and White Music was totally a “thing”. It was long ago, when old men like me were still young, strapping lads. Way back when you could catch the trolley, for just a single ducat, down to a music market, haggle with the shop-keep for a brand-new cassette or CD, and still have enough left over to hop on the next car to your favorite evening…
