Ok.... I don't know when it happened but I am out of the loop. No longer down with the kids. I am officially the oldest 25 year old I know.
I dont know when they came but I have noticed a sudden influx of musical 'artistes' have arrived in a puff of glitter looking weird and wonderful...and slightly intimidating. We have a Ladyhawke, some Little Boots and a La Roux, whatever that is.
I made a conscious effort today to educate myself because well...I must admit I don't like it. T'was a wondrous time when I had my finger on the pulse. I knew who people were before your Average Joe had an idea that they even existed. I know I am reading about the next best thing in the friggin' Guardian. So I went on to my Last.fm page (don't tell me..that's so 2008) and put their names in to the search engine. So the re-education began...
I began with a Little Boots record called 'Stuck in Repeat', which I had to admit I really liked. Great, I'm not old! I like this music. Then we moved onto a VV Brown song and I found it slightly irritating, a little grating, if you will. So it begins, middle age. Then Last fm crashes.
I think it was for the best really, I can't envisage the experiment ending well. Just me, in a ball rocking, mummering incoherently about the 'good ol' days'.
It's getting bloody hard to keep up. But then, that might because I don't want to. It's like clothes, as soon as you find a trend you like, some magazine is telling you that it is 'sooo over'. I like to have time to develop a taste for something, get to know
what it is I actually enjoy about something. I can't do that in the space of a few months or because an article tells me I
should love it.
For risk of sounding old, I think we need to learn to give things time to make an impact. Let the people decide...or at least, give me time to hear it first for me to decide!