Well, I'm listening to the original 1970 brown album JC Superstar. Sort of a pleasant cleansing, like a relaxing warm bath after a difficult, dirty day. Sorry, but for me that dirty day included the movie soundtrack of the same title. Nearly the same music too. I'll never forgive Andrew Lloyd Webber for that. I cannot understand when someone, in my opinion, massacres their own work, like the numerous butcheries of "Tommy" perpetrated by The Who. I have repeatedly attempted (always unsuccessfully) to appreciate the movie version of "JC" and I tried again this morning. I couldn't get through it. My friend, Terry, did have some good interviews with cast members, so that made it desirable to listen. I am not a very supportive fan, I guess. An artist has to grow and keep changing things. However, I don't feel obligated to follow. I generally stick to the works I liked them for in the first place and will expand to other artists as I expand (or digress as the case may be). It reminds me of a conversation I once had with a friend concerning Paul McCartney's music. My friend said that artists must change and grow. "He can't keep playing 'Band On The Run.'" "True", I said, "but that's the beauty of recorded music. I can keep listening to it." I try to keep an open mind and ear, but I've never latched on to change just for change or for following trends. I am as likely to put on something old I've never heard as to put on something new. I've heard Superstar for years and I still like it. I just had a thought. Ya know, a new interpretation with maybe Cee-Lo Green and Bruno Mars, now THAT would be interesting. Over 40 years gone by! A reinterpretation a few years later is only an inferior copy of the original. I find it inferior. The music and lyrics are not as edgy, like they've been censored. Could it be that I am not the target demographic here. God forbid! Just for that I'm going to bed and when I close my eyes everything else (other than what I dream about) will cease to exist. So there!
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