![]() Two Thousand Songs / 27 June 2005 So last night I started making a music playlist, trying vainly to subdivide the swollen stinking mass of music that’s in the archive, slice it down into manageable chunks so I could address all this new stuff on a case-by-case basis. Right? And as I sifted through the 12,000 songs I found myself choosing the ones that seemed the most familiar, that seemed fun to listen to instead of work, you know, that basically had a sweet nostalgic kick, and after a while it only took a second or so to decide if a given track fit the necessary criteria and when I was done I had 2,000 songs and I put it on random play and every single thing it served up was a delight. It was no longer about trying to set aside time to really you know absorb a new album and hope to unwrap its various hidden treasures. Instead I was just sort of chilling with already-unwrapped treasures and enjoying the whole thing. OK. Which is when I realized they were the songs I listened to between the ages of 0 and let’s say 26 or 27. Let’s call it 20th Century Music. And then I realized I was officially Old because isn’t this what happens? There comes a point where you’re all: OK fuck it I am no longer keeping up with the hip new music, I’m just going to listen to the stuff I listened to when I was a kid over and over, or maybe just turn on the golden oldies radio station that will play that stuff over and over for me because I am a viable demographic. My playlist is called “OK” and it is sorted by song title, and it begins with ‘39 by Queen and ends with the Ziggy Stardust cover by Bauhaus. Previously / The B-Hole |
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