This is something I’ve thought about for a long time and I might finally be getting somewhere on the matter. I thought it might make for an interesting discussion.
I have long wondered why people never seem to get over the music of their youth and how they can listen to it for all of life. I used to dismiss it as mere nostalgia (if nostalgia can be minimized like that) but I believe it goes deeper.
I never wanted to be one of those guys that listens to the music of his youth his whole life. In fact, in years past I’ve judged those people somewhat harshly. But here I am finding myself turning into one of them.
I’m an 80s kid and grew up on 80s rock (my mom listened to 60s and 70s rock a lot so I was exposed to all that too). Some call this “hair metal” or “glam rock,” etc. It is almost universally scorned by everyone except for the fans. I am convinced it was the silly and over-the-top aesthetic that causes this. Much of the music is technically brilliant.
Over the years I’ve gotten into many kinds of music and even took entire decades off from the music of my youth. I learned a lot and enjoyed a lot but ended up mostly losing interest and have come full circle.
Pondering:
Why can’t I seem to ever get into younger bands?
Realization:
I don’t seem to be able to believe that younger writers have much to say to me. I’ve heard plenty of 20-somethings go on about how hard life is and it makes me laugh. Live a couple more decades and you’ll have a bit more skin in the game and there will be some credibility to go along with the social commentary.
Even if these bands are great musicians, and they often are, I can’t seem to “look up to them,” and I’m convinced a huge part of finding a musical hero is the willingness and ability to look up to them. We want to “believe” in them and I can’t believe in guys my kid’s age.
Realization:
When I was a kid, all the bands I was listening to were made up of guys at least ten years older than me, and in some cases almost as old as my parents. This made them like cool big brothers or cool uncles that I could automatically admire. There was a type of comfort in this, even if I didn’t see or understand it then.
I used to wonder why in the 90s it was hard for me to get into bands made up of guys my own age. They were peers and therefore there was a built-in bit of jealousy and envy on my part. I’m a musician myself, so why didn’t I “make it” or why didn’t I write a cool riff like that? I think this spoiled some of that music for me and made me unable to fully connect with it.
All of this makes a lot of sense to me now. And something that proves (to me at least) that this is all heart-level stuff, is that I’m almost 50 and the 80s rockers I still listen to were mostly in their 20s back then, but yet I can still look up to them even in retrospect. This might be because (intellectually) I know they have gotten older along the way too, so they are still older than me, or maybe it’s that (heart-level) it doesn’t matter. Maybe the emotional connection is just so deep that it will never go away?
Some of the lyrics are goofy in retrospect, but I’m able to automatically forgive them for it too.
Also, the 80s musicians probably could have played another style of music than they did and I’d probably like it just as well. I think I’d have liked whatever they would’ve offered because that was a time when I was being shaped and molded, and I was looking for something that could be “mine.” I was looking for an identity. Same goes for 50s, 60s, and 70s kids.
It’s all very mysterious but very interesting. I would enjoy hearing your thoughts and experiences.
I have long wondered why people never seem to get over the music of their youth and how they can listen to it for all of life. I used to dismiss it as mere nostalgia (if nostalgia can be minimized like that) but I believe it goes deeper.
I never wanted to be one of those guys that listens to the music of his youth his whole life. In fact, in years past I’ve judged those people somewhat harshly. But here I am finding myself turning into one of them.
I’m an 80s kid and grew up on 80s rock (my mom listened to 60s and 70s rock a lot so I was exposed to all that too). Some call this “hair metal” or “glam rock,” etc. It is almost universally scorned by everyone except for the fans. I am convinced it was the silly and over-the-top aesthetic that causes this. Much of the music is technically brilliant.
Over the years I’ve gotten into many kinds of music and even took entire decades off from the music of my youth. I learned a lot and enjoyed a lot but ended up mostly losing interest and have come full circle.
Pondering:
Why can’t I seem to ever get into younger bands?
Realization:
I don’t seem to be able to believe that younger writers have much to say to me. I’ve heard plenty of 20-somethings go on about how hard life is and it makes me laugh. Live a couple more decades and you’ll have a bit more skin in the game and there will be some credibility to go along with the social commentary.
Even if these bands are great musicians, and they often are, I can’t seem to “look up to them,” and I’m convinced a huge part of finding a musical hero is the willingness and ability to look up to them. We want to “believe” in them and I can’t believe in guys my kid’s age.
Realization:
When I was a kid, all the bands I was listening to were made up of guys at least ten years older than me, and in some cases almost as old as my parents. This made them like cool big brothers or cool uncles that I could automatically admire. There was a type of comfort in this, even if I didn’t see or understand it then.
I used to wonder why in the 90s it was hard for me to get into bands made up of guys my own age. They were peers and therefore there was a built-in bit of jealousy and envy on my part. I’m a musician myself, so why didn’t I “make it” or why didn’t I write a cool riff like that? I think this spoiled some of that music for me and made me unable to fully connect with it.
All of this makes a lot of sense to me now. And something that proves (to me at least) that this is all heart-level stuff, is that I’m almost 50 and the 80s rockers I still listen to were mostly in their 20s back then, but yet I can still look up to them even in retrospect. This might be because (intellectually) I know they have gotten older along the way too, so they are still older than me, or maybe it’s that (heart-level) it doesn’t matter. Maybe the emotional connection is just so deep that it will never go away?
Some of the lyrics are goofy in retrospect, but I’m able to automatically forgive them for it too.
Also, the 80s musicians probably could have played another style of music than they did and I’d probably like it just as well. I think I’d have liked whatever they would’ve offered because that was a time when I was being shaped and molded, and I was looking for something that could be “mine.” I was looking for an identity. Same goes for 50s, 60s, and 70s kids.
It’s all very mysterious but very interesting. I would enjoy hearing your thoughts and experiences.