Yetti Tracks: All of my heroes are dead... but they still makes noise.

In my previous post (that no one will read) I made reference to bands whose members were not so much amongst the living. One band in particular stood out in my mind when I wrote that line. That band is The Doors. I am trying to not make these posts too personal. But let's be honest. Music is intensely personal. It is a sonic manifestation of your day, or month, or year. Like a Summer CD. Everyone has one. One Summer Sublime sounds great. ALL SUMMER LONG. Other Summers Hayes Carll and his dusty cowboy voice fits the bill. It changes your attitude. Helps you get through cleaning your two story house by yourself. Or helps you forget that you just got dumped by the person you thought was your forever person. Whatever the case. Music is there. So who am I kidding when I say I'll try not to make this blog too personal. So in an effort to not get really, really personal. Let us start with band number two. Which happens to be my band number one. The Doors. Out here in the perimeter t

My name is Eddie Grogan. I am an Art Director. I spend a lot of time behind an iMac listening to music. So I figured I should make something out of the time I spend absorbing album after album on Apple Music. This is a blog dedicated to music. A blog dedicated to music that I feel matters and how that music affects my life. Great albums are works of art that sometimes need to be passed on from one generation to the next. Kind of like a good recipe.  If it is not passed down, I fear important periods of music will will be lost forever. I experienced this first hand recently. I was watching an 18 year old as he listened to David Bowie for the first time. Bowie had   recently passed away  so it sparked his interest. The album "sounded old" the 18 year old said. "Ugh" I thought. This can't be a thing. Not with unlimited access to decades worth of music. The younger generation has so much music at their fingertips. Although they have no idea what is out there. Or wha