I remember how when it was first introduced, I laughed heartily at the idea of it. Paying for Satellite radio? The idea seemed entirely ridiculous to me. Granted, this was years ago. A time when I was more interested in downloading music illegally via Napster and Morpheus. A time when the music I liked was so readily available in so many various forms it was stupid.
This is now, however.
As it happens with so many others, I outgrew modern music, primarily in favour of music from my past. In general, any new music I enjoy comes from artists I was listening to ten years ago (there are exceptions to this rule, though). The radio stations I used to listen to have all gone to shit with music I don’t like and have become overcrowded with new hipster crap. Modern Alternate Rock just isn’t my taste. It’s too.. blech. In short, I hate what the kids are listening to nowadays. They don’t know what good music is. I walked uphill both ways to school in five feet of snow without shoes or boots and you never heard me complain.
Fuck I hate getting older.
I’m now a victim of nostalgia and what seems to be the inevitable pattern of aging. Somewhat coincidentally, today I had a conversation with a colleague about this faux concept of “growing up.” She’s twenty six years of age, and slowly but surely observing her social life fall apart because the people in her life have become far less interested in going out. The term “growing up” applies here, although I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate as it implies that to grow up you have to stop doing the things you used to enjoy. The symptoms and causes are as follows:
- Home ownership
- Pet adoption and/or procreating/child rearing
- Living to work replacing working to live
- Urban sprawl
Home ownership and marriage are the worst contributors to this phenomenon (child rearing is usually a result of marriage). Carrying that expensive mortgage realigns financial priorities as you’re always broke, and most people marry others who end up changing them somehwo. This change is usually a natural result of spending a significant amount of time with another person and developing some/all of their habits/traits.
Of course, I explained all this to my colleague and she nearly fell into a dark pit of dispair on the spot. She doesn’t want to become a part of the machine of conformity, and to that I can surely sympathise. It can be an unpleasant realization, not to mention an often unpleasant place to find yourself in.
Running full circle, I was listening to my SiriusXM radio this evening and couldn’t help but reminisce about the days where I’d listen to this music in the car with a couple of chums eating copious amounts of Jr. Whoppers in the middle of the night just because we liked to do so. A nice hard slap in the face reminding me that growing up sucks.