Saturday, January 16, 2010

Oldies but Goodies

Here’s a deep, philosophical question for you to ponder: Does one become an old-fogey overnight or is it a more gradual process? Because I think I’m there, I’m just not sure how I got here.

I came to this stunning, and rather depressing, realization today while riding in my car, when I discovered I now almost exclusively listen to the oldies station. Why, you ask? Because music today? It’s nothing but noise. (Do I sound like anyone’s Paw-Paw yet?) The keyword here in distinguishing me as an old-fogey is “exclusively”. Burge argued that he’s been listening to the oldies station for 20 years now. But not exclusively. I will flip through the other stations, just to see if there’s a song on that I know. But nine times out of ten, I wind up back on the oldies station.

This is a slippery slop I’ve embarked upon. What is the next step? Will I soon (and this thought makes me break out into a cold sweat) start listening to country music? Shudder. How much longer will it be before I think hymns are the only music God appreciates? Oh, the agony of it all. Pardon me while I turn up my hearing aid. Soon, I’ll be driving with my blinker on continuously and stopping at green lights.

Yep, it’s all downhill from here. It stinks getting old.

1 comment:

  1. The question is: Is the oldies station you listen to "your parents music that you happen to enjoy", or is it "your music from the good ole' days"?

    This differentiation is necessary in determining your fogey status.


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