How Mormons saved Music for Me  Lets be honest. I am getting
older and the music tastes of the times have changed. Each aging
generation tells the new one how horrible and untalented the new
artists sound. Those who grew up in the 60s lamented the overuse
of electronics, those in the 80s wondered where upbeat lyrics
and dancing tunes went, and the 90s generation seemed to scream
until in the end they went silent. Almost everyone was glad the
70s was a flash in the pan. Without giving my age, almost all of
this was experienced for myself. I would like to think I am a
good judge of good music from any generation.  That isn’t to say
I am a musical person. Piano lessons were a chore that lasted
long enough to have learned chopsticks. One year of band with a
musical instrument that didn’t inspire came and went. My voice
has been described as more than passable, but singing in church
makes me bored. No one has offered me a lead vocal in a band
that would be the only way to change my tune. I have always
daydreamed o