What’s That Sound

Journal  Entry
August 10, 2026

Time we stop
Hey, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Buffalo Springfield, 1969

   It was a time for music, a time for sound, a random selection of three albums for tonight, to listen to, to hear, to feel.

It is a Monday night, I needed something, something to listen to, so I went to my collection of records to select something, something to listen to, something for the time, something for the moment. 

Though not extensive, my collection is considerable, a combination of periods,  of times, of taste, some of my own, others given to me at one time or another.  Now while I say random, that is not totally the case for my collection is organized alphabetically. While simple in concept, it is not so easy in practice.  Take Ringo Star for example, to you file under first name, “Ringo”, or last name “Star”.  Which is simple for an artist like Donvan who is just Dovan, so I chose last name. But then what about groups, Ringo was a member of the Beatles so should I group all members of the Beatles under “Beatles”? No of course not, they were artists on their own with a rightful place under their own name, last name no matter how lessor they were individually.  Tonight’s semi-random choice, Buffalo Springfield, Sinead O’Connor, Hubert Laws.

Three different albums, three different shelves, different genres, different periods. Buffalo Spring from 1969 I remember well. Hubert Laws, jazz from 1970 which I didn’t discover until much later, Sinead O’Connor alternative from 1987, who I listened to less than Pat Benatar of the same genre and time period whom I really liked.

I think it's time we stop
Children, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Buffalo Springfield, 1969

Music, it connects us to the past, the present, the future. What sounds do children these days hear in schools?

I'm dancing the seven veils
Want you to pick up my scarf
See how the black moon fades
Soon I can give you my heart
Sinead O’Connor, 1997

Too intense for me, brings back memories, let her go… I only listen to one side.

That’s the thing about record albums, they are sequential, they come in sides that you have to listen to in order. Sure you can digitize them, scramble them and select tracts, but it is not the same as the original effect.

So I end dancing to the mellow sounds of Hubert Laws playing the flute.