I'm Stuck in the 1990's
When I was growing up, I couldn’t figure out why my parents only listened to music that was produced short of the disco era. I thought they had pretty good taste in music up until then, but then, they stuck with what they knew. So, I grew up with a lot of Doors, Cream, Carly Simon, Paul Simon, and James Taylor.
The past few weeks, I’ve realized the same thing has happened to me. I’m stuck in the 1990’s. There are a few artists I like post-1999, but my favorites don’t come out with much new stuff anymore. I mourn the disappearance of Lilith Fair and many of the women who performed on those tours. I would walk 500 miles to the Proclaimers on the radio again (who I found under 90’s one-hit wonders).
Did they just get old like me?
But, I can’t blame the kids entirely; I didn’t know what was cool once I hit graduate school; five years before my first was born. Since about 2000, I’ve relied on the Young Women I’ve taught to introduce to new music. Now, I enjoy Beyonce and OutKast. I also rely on my brothers who are about a decade younger than I am to introduce me to new stuff, a little Death Cab for Cutie and the Shins. But, they’re getting older, too and probably won’t know cool music much longer. And, sometimes, I get annoyed with their music. It can all sound the same (they get upset with the genre name I’ve given it: Rich-White-Boy-Angst-Music).
My husband finds happiness with the White Stripes and Lily Allen. I don’t hear friends my age complaining. Yet, I find myself searching iTunes for stuff from the 1990’s. Even Hanson’s MmmBop brings a smile to my fact now.