Most people prefer listening to the music they grew up with. Being a teenager in the seventies, I knew every James Taylor song by heart. I would listen to the same recording again and again. I could anticipate the intro of the next song in the silence between the tracks. When the last song came around it made me sad, but then it began again from the beginning and everything was alright. I hoped for another James Taylor song to add to my list of favorites but it never came.
With the exception of Paul McCartney, whose career, list of accomplishments and longevity are unparalleled, most writers tend to produce their best work early then slowly fade away. Do these once upon a time writers stop producing new material because their creative well dried up? If so, what would turn an oasis into a desert, especially in the later years when there is so much more to say? Read the rest of this entry »