The Schrecks hosted their monthly Jungle Room Poker Club meeting Saturday night.
Lots of bad Texas Hold ‘Em, libations and of course, my iPod’s playlists.
I pride my playlists’ variety.
Metallica’s “Sandman” comes before Brittny Spears’ “I Did It Again” sometimes.
Plenty of Zepplin, Sinatra, Waylon and Elvis but also stuff like Devo, The Village People, The Weather Girls, Bobby Bare and Tanya Tucker.
“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia,” is in there with crap by Hall and Oates, Lobo, Bread and America and other stuff that I couldn’t stand during its time.
So why do I like it now?
Does it somehow become camp? Is it memories? Or has my taste just gotten worse?
Can anyone relate?
They represent your own personal history, I think. There are songs from my youth, tracks I avoided like the plague way back then, that I’ve bought in the last couple of years and have on my iPod. They’re there, likely, for my own nostalgia (a trait my wife does not have in her genetic make-up). The songs can take me back to the 70s & 80s in ways I now find surprising.
I think as you get older you worry less about what’s new and cool and can appreciate a wider range of music on its own merits.
I know I’ve got everything from Elvis to hair metal to Motown to electronica to just plain rock in my iTunes.