I am not sure when it happened. But everything from my childhood suddenly became "retro." The reality of it set in when I was shopping in the cd aisle the other day. The first metaphorical sound wave hit as I talked with a young woman working at the store. I asked her where I could find Phil Collins Greatest Hits.
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"Oh, yeah. That's "old school easy listening." Right?"
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Um, scuz me? Since when do I listen to "easy listening." And hold on there just a darn minute little sassafras. Old school? My memory panned to a vision of Phil Collins and his rapidly depleting hair line. At that moment I realized the vision was actually from 1989. I was then forced to asked myself the inevitable. Was Phil Collins even alive?
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Arming myself for musical battle I tried to impress her with my knowledge of current musicians. Um. Hm. Areosmith? U2? Janet Jackson? Ace of Base? C&C Music Factory? Roxette? Fruit Salad (Yummy, Yummy)? Clearly I was making no headway. I think it was at that point that she made a comment about 80s hits being "two decades old." Second wave hits.
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Though I was tempted to belt out a couple of lines from songs I had heard on the radio just that very day (not that I knew the name of them OR had the foggiest idea who sang them AND even though most of what I actually listened to was classical (what?!))...I refrained.
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I bowed out gracefully with an "I'm not really sure what I am looking for. I'll just browse a little. Thanks."
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And I moved on.
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I forgave her.
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It was big of me.
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(I just figured that someone living in the deprived state of not even knowing who Roxette was deserved a little grace.)
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As if.
