Since I dropped my favorite MP3 player earlier this week, I'm spending the morning converting MP3s to AACs (mmmmm... cryptic acronyms) so that I can put my Zen music on an iPid. Yes, I'm leaving that misspelt. Of all the players I've owned, and I've owned (and own) a ridiculous amount, iPods rank 3rd in terms of usability. Whatever. Not the point of my story.
I crave variety, but just randomly playing tracks from my 100,000 song collection would be pointless as it's a collection for a DJ who wants to provide anyone with anything that ever charted, not a collection of personal favorites. I've culled tolerable old tracks to put alongside the freshest tracks I can find. Every few months I become utterly bored, and need to augment the old tracks with new old tracks, and no better time to do that than today. Whatever. Not the point of my story.
What prompted this story is the realization that everytime I do this process I have a more emotional, wistful, connected response to music that came out when I was 11 or 12 years old. This seems to have been my period to connect with music, and hearing certain tracks makes me feel things that feel like I believe I felt then.
I wondered this morning, again, if that age of musical connection is the same for everyone.
For me it was 1995 when I was 14 (please don't feel old!)
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ReplyDeleteFor some reason I only feel old when I run across a 20 year old's online dating blurb and it says "no old guys", and it occurs to me that that might be me.
Of course, when I was that age, 20 year old girls weren't sleeping with me anyway...
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