When I entered the blogging world, I realized that I would write. However, I didn’t realize that I would read, and that has become my favorite part of the blogging experience. Through the months, I have read many great posts and learned about a great many things.
Music is one of those things, as I have been introduced to all kinds of stuff that found its way onto my iPod. It’s the same iPod that shows signs of schizophrenia. In fact, the new additions have probably made its condition worse. Now that I think about it, the introduction to new music is the most surprising experience of this blog-reading adventure. My eyes have been opened to a lot of new information, but my ears have been opened more to new sounds.
All of that leads me to what I discovered over at Front Range Scribbles. Yesterday, he wrote about Roswitha, a violinist who has found a new way to express the sounds of her instrument. He goes into great detail about her career, so I will let you explore his blog for that information. I want you to know what I found when I listened to her album.
I found music that is brave, unique and on the edge. It is completely different from anything else that you will hear. I have always been one to avoid the music that is found playing on the radio over and over again. I like music that is different and takes you to the depths of your soul or to the far reaches of the universe. If you like the same type of music, then you have to listen to this.
Most of today’s music, regardless of genre, is filled with cookie cutter songs by cookie cutter artists. It’s almost like a record industry assembly line where each artist can be replaced with interchangeable parts. Roswitha is anything but that. You won’t hear this on he radio, but you will hear it with your inner being if you give it a chance.
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