Friday, September 13, 2013

The music of your generation

stays with you all your life.

The music of your adolescence and early 20s.

I stopped listening to pop music not long after that.

So did my peers, my parents, and their parents.

Very late in life I recovered a taste for jazz.

Jazz of that same period in my life.

Even the classical music I like is mostly what I first heard then.

I have the same haircut and much the same sort of clothes.

Different beard, though.

Too much gray, now, for a full beard.

Too much like Gabby Hayes.

Now it's just a Van Dyke.

Update.

By the time Hill Street Blues came along I watched nothing on TV but news, cop shows, and mysteries.

Sine then, I've come to depend on the Internet for news.

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