It’s official. The day I feared is here. I was at a restaurant jamming to a nice, nostalgic mix of music while I ate my lunch. I thought, “This a great bunch of songs I remember from when I was a kid.” It was the oldies station.

A friend of mine clarified that the station I was listening to had recently changed their era of concentration from “50’s and early 60’s” to “60’s and early-mid 70’s.”  While completely disheartened that the music of my formative years is now considered “Oldies” I still maintain that the music of that generation was some of the best going.  Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Lynyrd Skynyrd…  Hell, even disco.  I like all of it.   

Some of my favorite songs of all time came from the late 60’s through the 70’s…  “The Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin, “Dream Weaver” by Gary Wright, “Suspicious Minds” by Elvis Presley, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot.  All songs that will make me stop what I’m doing, listen, and remember riding in the back seat of our Buick Regal yelling to my mom to, “Turn it up!”   

I know, I’m soon going to be that guy who drives too damned slow for conditions and is constantly pointing out landmarks to his passengers while explaining how “I remember when that used to be an empty field over there.”  

My era is now the “Oldies” era.  Time to buy a wind suit, Velcro tennis shoes, book a cruise, and compare prices on burial plots.