The dying arts and artists.

The disappearance of really good music. (A slight rant).

I grew up in a small town in southeastern Wisconsin. My junior and high school days were from 1976 to 1981. I remember that my junior high school did have a music class. However, if you wanted to be in that class, you had to learn how to play a classical instrument. These were the kids who carried around those huge, bulky trap cases with large horns and…