Everything seems simpler there, the guitars sound like real soul, and the voices have a touch of some sadness that can't be faked. 🎸

I love these old melodies for their honesty. There are no overloaded beats and artificial effects, everything is alive: every note, every chord - as if someone is playing right for you. 💌 And sometimes I think that if I had been born at that time, maybe my life would have been different. Maybe I would have written letters on paper, not in messengers. Maybe the meetings would have been long and real, and the conversations would have been such that they would be remembered forever.

I understand that this is strange for a girl of my generation. 😅 Many people don’t understand how you can listen to old records for hours, analyze the lyrics, and look for meaning in them. But for me, it’s almost like meditation. I close my eyes, and the world around me disappears. I hear a voice that conveys emotion more powerfully than any words. ❤️

There is something magical in the way people of those years expressed love, sadness, joy. It’s not superficial, it’s deep, almost painfully beautiful. Sometimes it seems to me that modern music tries to show everything too brightly, too quickly, and old songs teach us to appreciate the silence between the notes, the moments that remain inside. 🌙

I don’t want to be nostalgic or stuck in the past. But when I turn on these songs, I feel that part of my soul is there — where the soft light of the lamp, where the vinyl creaks, where every chord is alive and real. And in these moments, I understand that music is not just sounds. It’s memory, it’s emotions, it’s time that can be experienced again and again. 💫

Mari