Tastes change

My son has discovered our old Police CDs.  While I still enjoy the melodies on a lot of those songs, I have to admit that the later songs, from the Synchroncity album, don’t sit with me as well as they used to.  Frankly, the lyrics I once found deep and meaningful I now find pretentious and banal.

It’s more fun to drift into the further past, before they started taking themselves so seriously, and put on a little magic:

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6 Responses to “Tastes change”

  1. on 02 Mar 2009 at 6:19 pm ericthered

    CD’s? Heh, that’s nothing. I still got Synchronicity on cassette! ;-)

  2. on 03 Mar 2009 at 7:55 am kali

    “Frankly, the lyrics I once found deep and meaningful I now find pretentious and banal.”

    I have you beat there–I used to think Macarthur Park was profound.

    Hey–I was *really* young at the time.

  3. on 03 Mar 2009 at 10:34 am Ymarsakar

    Frankly, the lyrics I once found deep and meaningful I now find pretentious and banal.

    Price of gaining wisdom Book ; )

  4. on 03 Mar 2009 at 10:35 am Ymarsakar

    Kali, the fake libs and Obama are still “really young” and they try very hard to stay that way. That’s the problem with the Elf Syndrome. Forever youth also means forever immaturity, foolishness, and personal self-destruction.

  5. on 03 Mar 2009 at 10:43 am suek

    I was never big on the deep meaning of lyrics – I mostly like melodies. Probably why I like classic music.

    The only “lyric” that has ever stuck in my mind in the sense of actually thinking about its meaning is “Freedom’s just another name for nothing left to lose”…

    The more I consider that, the more I recognize the truth of it.

  6. on 03 Mar 2009 at 12:49 pm kali

    What’s really annoying is that I started out the morning with Dusty Springfield on my mind, and now I have Richard Harris warbling away about melting cakes. I’m cranking up the music when I get home.

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