makes me want to stab myself.
the magical thing about the time barrier is it makes all the great music of the past sound shit and all the shit music of the past sound great.
so here i am a bloke in his twenties loving something like wham and absolutely perplexed by rakim from the same time. i'm sure i'm not alone.
it's not poptimist hipsterism. it's not contrarianism. it's a percular function of music that defines itself in relation to the cutting edge; it dates whereas rubbish ages like wine it's tackiness and ham-fisted sentimentality rendered nostalgic and wonderful by the sepia lens of time.