I’ve long thought I was a bit of a man out of time. My interests and tastes tend to skew at least 10, 20, 30 years older than I am for a lot of things. If nothing else I exhibit a healthy interest in the history of what was. Of what used to be the standard.
I love, and would rather hear Mel Torme, Perry Como, Bing Crosby than most of the people performing today. I’ve also long had an appreciation for other genres from bygone eras,…movies, style, art,…etc. So, when my boy shows interest (and I think an advanced and intuitive, understanding and appreciation) for the many, (unsolicited on my part), interests in older things; particularly things I held dearly as kid – I’m thrilled to go through this discovery with him. There’s something to genetics, eh? His latest obsession speaks for itself.