Today, while all my windows were open in the house, I heard the wafting sounds of 70s and 80s rock from a neighbor’s house. This is a neighbor that I would guess to be a bit older than me (but let me emphasize “guess” as I am not all that great at estimating folks’ ages). I had a moment when I thought – wow, he is listening to some good tunes over there – my kind of music. I was a bit surprised, because I have in my mind that he is older and I would have guessed that he was not in touch with the more updated music trends…at least not as much as me. Then it hit me – 70s and 80s rock is old people music.
Holy crud. My music – the music I went through my teens, twenties and thirties with – is now the equivalent of what Andy Williams, Lawrence Welk, and the Lennon Sisters were when I was young. How in the world did this get past me? When did groups such as the Allman Brothers, America, Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Chicago, and Led Zepplin become the poster children for old fogie music? And when the heck did I slide over from being a hipster to being an old fogie who needs to be more concerned with breaking a hip?
Wow. I guess it is time to face the music. I am the old person my parents used to be – I am a musical dinosaur. You’ll have to excuse me now…I need to go watch and listen to Zeppelin’s classic Dazed and Confused on YouTube and reflect upon how I missed the memo that music has moved on without me.
Day one thousand four hundred and seven of the new forty – obla di obla da