I’m living life with Snow Leopard and iTunes 9. Fellow Apple fan-boys (or excuse me, girls) know what I’m talking about.
I’m giving the Genius Mixes a whirl in iTunes 9, and “Rock Mix 6” is a collection of music ripped from the CDs of my childhood. Yes, I’m one of those people: all my of CDs are ripped, roaring, and ready to go on my Mac.
It’s been a little while. I’m hanging with Huey. I wasn’t born until ’71, but I’m reminiscing about the Summer of ’69. Sammy’s still not driving 55. Love will find a way, but I’m not sure I want to know what the Big Generator is about. The kids are eating it up.
I’m enjoying it, in a guilty pleasure kind of way. Maybe it’s just the music from MY past, but it occurs to me the ’80s were the American Cheese of music history. We call it music. It’s popular and comes in handy, individually wrapped squares, but has little nutritional value.
None of this is fair of course. Every generation has its fluff and filler. Picking on the Reagan era is just so easy… so satisfying… on so many levels.