I remember in the late nineties / early oughts, thinking to myself “Man, Time Life’s best of the 70s and 80s, who would want to listen to that?” Because of course, there was so much good music coming out right then (in my opinion). I just couldn’t imagine a world where you’d want to listen to anything but new-ish, great songs.
Over the past couple of days, I’ve been listening to several playlists that are made up of 90s bands. Counting Crows. Gin Blossoms. Goo Goo Dolls. The Bare Naked Ladies. You know, the stuff I was listening to when I couldn’t understand the people wanting to listen to 80s music.
You know what’s changed?
The date. It’s now 2013. That means A Long December was on the charts 17 years ago. I’m the guy. I’m the guy buying the best of the 90s (not really buying it, but listening to it, at least). I almost don’t know what to do with myself.
And I’m fairly certain that the kids in our Youth Group are probably looking at me, wondering “Why would anyone want to listen to that old music?”
Nothing new under the sun.