I don't want to be curmudgeonly

It didn't take me long to tell my therapist (yes, I finally found a mental therapist I like) what ability I'd like back. Granted, I'd love to run or even walk, and, of course, it would be cool if my heart wasn't a jerk, but hands down it is heading I miss most.

I've detailed what I miss before, but I realized a new one recently.

I listen to music I know well, usually meaning created by the mid-'90s.

There are exceptions: Katy Perry, oddly enough, or the Gaslight Anthem. But for the most part, if you sing a song written after 1995 (much earlier for the most part), you are  dead to me.

I don't like this. I can remember rooting through an uncle's record collection years ago and he had lots of old blues and Rolling Stones but also Tina Turner and Timbuk 3 (The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades). And yes, my uncle was cool, still is.

I, on the other hand, am well on byway to being an old curmudgeon. But not by choice.