So, since I’ve started scrobbling my music (after I created the /now page), I’ve been on a bit of a music discovery kick.

Tonight I was looking through country music playlists, and found one called “Classic Country”. Now, for me, Classic Country is Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Loretta Lynn, Ernest Tubb, etc. You know, classic country.

This playlist had songs from the late 90s on there, though. The late 90s? I was a teenager in the late 90s. That’s not classic. But apparently, to kids these days, Alan Jackson is downright ancient.

I know that I’ve talked about me getting old here on the blog before, but that was an internal feeling. It’s really hard to see that other people think I’m old too. Pantera, Metallica, Quiet Riot, these are all bands that, while not new when I was growing up, were all still well known and touring. Now, people look at me weird when I jam out to “The Wild and the Young”.

Obviously, every generation goes through this, but damn, it feels horrible. And it’s not like I don’t listen to new music. I have some Taylor and One Direction in my library; I have some Shaboozey too. But I didn’t think that the music of my youth was ‘classic’.

I guess I should feel good about it? Google tells me that classic means “something of lasting value or recognized excellence.” In that case, I am classic.

But we all know when people call something “classic”, they mean old. And that’s where I’m at. I’m listening to my classic music from the 80s, 90s, and 00’s. If I listen to something older than that, jeez. What do we even call that? Classic Classic?

Getting old sucks.

This is day 13 of Blaugust 2025