Funny, just a couple hours ago I was starring at the ceiling. I couldn't sleep. Among other things I was thinking about my vinyl collection. Thinking about how just the other day I got my turntable and gear clicking. Sounding better than it had in years.
Yet I was in a funk, brooding. That damn vinyl. I've dragged some of it around for decades. It's been with me through countless moves, too many romances, and will probably be with me for at least one more breakup. The sooner the better that.
But as I tossed and turned every disk i thought of putting on the table for a spin, well it's not like I leaped out of bed to throw on The Cars CandyO.
But every now and then I pull something out I haven't heard in years. Sometimes I just shake my head. Yes for much of that old music the bloom is defiantly off the rose. And then I laugh. Was I stupid for liking, hell loving that music back then. From this perspective yes, but hey. I just turned 52 the other day. If 17, or 26, or even 35 for that matter doesn't look stupid from here what would that mean?
That would mean I hadn't grown, I hadn't learned, I hadn't lived. So ya, some of that stuff is kinda cheesy, but some of it still moves me. some of it is Classic, it's art.
As for the cheesy stuff , my son, he's 16, he likes some of it. And sometimes so do I. I may be 52, my tastes may have changed, but when I'm in a store, and I see a Hot Wheels display, I still check out the cars.
I think I'll put on some Cheap Trick.