This morning, as I got ready for work, the TV blaring, I happened upon a promo for the Grammy Awards. As soon as the awards were mentioned, I was alert - waiting for the date and time of the telecast, promising myself that I'd watch the awards this time - after year! My mind skipped back several years to the days of Tracy Chapman and George Michael winning awards.
And then, the promo showcased some of the big-time stars who had been nominated. Of whom, I could identify only one name - and that too, because she'd been billed to be "the second Aretha Franklin."
My posture went slack, and I could almost see the grey hair pushing through my scalp, the creases appear on my forehead, the crows' feet next to my eyes.
Gak! (A pointless effort to try to sound young - I feel like an aging con artist.) How did this happen? WHEN did this happen? When did my tastes turn from music to news? How did I get so out of touch that I don't know who USHER is, nor American Idiot (humble, ain't he?). Nor Kanye West, who, Google searches reliably inform me, has been nominated for 10 Grammies. Ten! And I've never heard of him.
So, 28 and popular culture's already passing me by. I think it's time to go back to learning something about the new music that's out there.
For fresh reviews from a new listener, watch this space after the Grammies are telecast.