Heh, true. I was the same way. Perhaps I should say "the songs you grew up with." Hearing Smashing Pumpkins in the dairy section of the supermarket is just weird and wrong.
Because that's real music, you young whipper-snapper! Not the crap they put out these days! There were only two hard-wired phones in the house; one in the kitchen and one in Mom and Dads bedroom. I was almost thirty when the first cell phones came out. They were called "bricks" and were almost that size. Then cell phones got smaller and smaller, until it folded in half and fit in the palm of your hand. Then they got smarter and larger again. Make up your frickin' minds! The moment you're born, you start to die.
Yeah, it kind of drops Zepplin and Sabbath into the next classic rock tier. What we would have considered Elvis and Buddy Holly when we were teens.
..when you don't give a rat's mustache for examples of how you know you're old because you've already done all that stuff and moved on to second childhood. Remember, boys and girls, it's never too late to have a happy childhood.
I will say there are modern songs I do enjoy. Highlights are: Saint Motel, Glass Animals, Hozier. But I quite enjoy good music from the Beach Boys, Simon and Garfunkel, David Bowie, and others...nostalgia.
Yeah, there is still good music coming out. The problem is I don't have the time to search out the diamonds in the cesspool.
Nostalgia is when you listen to music that reminds you of your youth—you're talking about music from long before you were born. That's just called good taste.
Yes, but it is music that I listened to often as a child because my parents played it all the time (and The Beach Boys music was in a movie I watched a lot as a kid). So yes, nostalgia is the correct term here, as it reminds me of my formative years.
When you realize you are the same age your dad was when you told yourself, "OMG, he's getting old," and you found excuses why he couldn't help you move from one apartment to another. And then your daughter tells you she and her boyfriend don't want you to help.
When you're in shouting distance of the age your father was when you moved halfway around the world "for a year or so" and you realize you've only spent a week or so actually in his presence since.
When you discover that "borne headlong towards the long shadows of sunset, by the headstrong, stubborn moments, life whirls past like drunken wildfire." From Winter Dawn by Tu Fu, trans. by Kenneth Rexroth.
A few weeks ago I was talking to an adult with 2 children, and he mentioned that when he was at school he used to use Wikipedia to help with his homework assignments. A fact I read recently, that the release of the film Jurassic Park was closer to the moon landings than to the present day.
When you realize that you not only listened to Simon and Garfunkel's America when it came out, but you also identified with the couple riding a Greyhound bus across America because you had done that and now you realize no one who can afford otherwise would ever consider riding a Greyhound bus these days, and nobody you know would ever say "pass me a cigarette" while on public transport and few people read print magazines anymore and you realize that you never found and never will find the America of the song, because it was never real. Or if it was, it ran off with your younger self while you weren't paying attention.
I think you might indeed have found America out there in God's country. Was it you who ran off with my younger self? Don't know about the pies, either.
When you decide to start cycling to work and back (on an electric bike I might add), and within a mere three weeks start to notice your knee, wrist and finger joints are stiff and aching. I think I’ve reached that time of life where physical exercise accelerates the ageing process, not slows it.
