reverberating echos

i sit here listening to substance by new order, whilst writing for a project i am in the middle of, and it hit me. like a mack truck.

i am now officially old. i can not tell you when the last time i bought new music was. i am not one of those people who download music either. i just have gotten to the point that i am happy with what i have and really see little point in propping up my music collection with much else.
in fact every cd i put in rotation this afternoon came out in 1989 or before: the aforementioned new order, sonic youth sister, the carpenters -- a mix i made off a few cds, love greatest hits or some sort, and david bowie -- again a self made comp.

what does this mean. i used to spend all my hard earned high school job money on comics, drugs, music, etc. now i buy food and beer (not necessarily in that order).

in college i laughed at people, well scoffed at them anyway, for getting to the place i am now. being content with music.

hell i still like music, listen to it all the time. but i have to say i hear people talking about the arcade fire and others of this ilk and i just give a blank stare. when did this happen.

the last album i remember buying was a destroyer disk or maybe the carpenters box set. these were each easily 2 or so years ago.

i guess every once in a while i get a disk a friend makes me, but i find myself relying on the old standards more often.

and going to a show, well not if i can not sit down.

as if my younger self would not have kicked my ass plenty of times before now...