I pine for days I never lived in.

A slower pace, one in which musicians could make an actual living playing in bars. When an evening was an evening out at the pub or bar, listening to a musician and having a beer with a cigarette or two.

Where letters were written on paper, with ink.

Where a working joe could support a family of four, own a decent car, the yearly vacation, and a functional but safe house in a nice area.

Where people paid for music, paid for art. The news came in a newspaper, which was put together by journalists with integrity and ethics.

Where people had less things and more relationships.

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EDIT: That being said, I don't want the dentistry from those days: the homophobia, the racism, and the mistreatment of women. I hope that my statements don't come across as wanting to wind back the clock in terms of progressiveness of attitudes.

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