I’ve had this conversation more than once. I’m chatting with a cashier half my age. A song circa 1967 is in the background.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Me:<\/strong> “Is that song familiar to you?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cashier:<\/strong> “Um, yeah.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Me:<\/strong> “When I was your age, if I heard a fifty-year-old song, I might recognize it but it would be foreign, you know?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cashier:<\/strong> “Well, my parents played it.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n I guess my parents are weird: as far as I remember, the only records they had from between their birth and mine were South Pacific<\/em> and My Fair Lady<\/em>. When the Swing revival (Big Bad Voodoo Daddy &c) came along, Dad said “They’re playing my<\/strong> music again!” and up to that moment I’d had no idea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n (This is my first post in WordPress 5. I hope there’s a setting to restore the old-fashioned editor.)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’ve had this conversation more than once. I’m chatting with a cashier half my age. A song circa 1967 is in the background. Me: “Is that song familiar to you?” Cashier: “Um, yeah.” Me: “When I was your age, if … Continue reading