SOUNDS OF THE SIXTIES

There’s a theory that’s oft abounded in creaky corners of the internet that one day we’re going to run out of songs. “There are only so many notes, and so many sequences in which to play those notes,” these troubled worriers proclaim. “We’re already at a saturation point where everything sounds like something that’s come before it – when are we going to reach the point when there just aren’t any more songs to write?”

This is, of course, hogwash. Music doesn’t work like that – these misguided worrywarts are flagrantly disregarding arrangement, context, equipment, mood, method, not to mention nuance, pitch, tone and vibration… there are far too many variables. Sure, the ingredients are all plucked from the same menu, but it’s like saying that one day we’ll run out of great literature because all the words have been used up. It’s a creative non sequitur.

And so it is with that perennial headliner of the classic car oeuvre, the 911. A frankly improbable fifty-eight years have passed since this rakish rearengined upstart entered the sports car scene, and it’s still finding fresh new ways