Posted By Katie on October 10, 2011
It always amazes me how many people look at me completely shocked when they realize I do know who someone is that would normally be considered “before my time.”
I grew up listening to all the old music, and by old, I do include the ’80s. Not that is really is old, but to teens now a days, it is. I listened to jazz, country, pop, rock, everything. I know who The Rat Pack is, The New York Dolls, The Ramones, along with numerous ’50s and ’60s artists.
I’m named after Katharine Hepburn, I’ve seen many of her movies. The Philadelphia Story is one of my all time favorite movies. I know who Spencer Tracy, Grace Kelly, James Stewart and Cary Grant are.
What I’m getting at is, even though we may be young, we have old souls. We connect to the old favorites, even some of the less famous ones.
I love when I find someone else who listens to all the old stuff. One of my really good friends and I the other day were talking about how her mom used to play classic rock when she cleaned the house when she was growing up. It was funny because whenever she would talk about the artists with her dad she said he would tell her “you don’t even know who that is!”
I’ve seriously had that said to me so many times, I’m not really sure why but it bugs me. I don’t try to BS knowing who someone is. Maybe I don’t know everything about them, but I DO know who they are.
The funny thing is, while maybe not all teens constantly listen or watch all the oldies, they do click with it and enjoy it a lot when they see or hear it.
I love being able to put together a playlist of music that not only includes all the new pop (which I do enjoy, its catchy don’t judge), but also a bunch of oldies.
“The worst thing about having your favorite band be an old one is: you’ll never be able to see them in concert because they’re either too old or dead,” my friend seriously spoke my thoughts.
That is probably the worst thing about loving Frank Sinatra, Bobby Darin, or Queen; I’ll never be able to see them live. Well at least not in this lifetime anyways…