Music Maturity

Ever gone through your old tapes CDs and (god forbid for non-DJs) Vinyl Records at home and say to yourself with full conviction "What was I thinking?" And then you shiver at the idea of playing those old records and start thinking how much shame it would be to get caught listening to these records inside your room/car/flat whatever.

I mean there are classic songs, no qualms about that. Some songs are plain immortal. Other songs are those that deserve to die of old age and just get forgotten - like Imelda Papin (also her songs).

Here's a short list of artists that should be forgotten by history (or rather by everyone so we can all forget the fact that once upon a time, we actually had fun listening to this):

- Backstreet Boys, Code Red, 911, N'Sync , New Kids on the Block
- Spice Girls, All Saints, M2M, Girl Groups in General.
- Jimmy Ray, Masta Plan, Eminem
- Macarena guys, Gingangoolie boys, CocoJumbo (yaya yeh)
(admit it bitches, you were nodding your head to these songs too)
- Smashing Pumpkins (just kidding, SP still sucks)

And if you're about the same age as me, you probably had one particular spicegirl in mind or some boyband member who could qualify easily as extra cast for Queer Eye - whichever your preference is.

Oh god I hope you didn't watch the Spice Girls movie. (I still haunt a couple of my friends who actually did watch that film with the thought that they had the balls or rather lacked it to watch the damn thing. They left part of their sexuality in that theater that day and they know it.)

Remember the rumor one of the Spice girls is actually a woman? Or that Nick Carter has a vagina? The former proved to be true. The latter was slightly wrong. He didnt have a female genetalia. For Nick's case, he was the very embodiment of it.

These songs are dead and gone now. Even MTV's rewind wont play them and try to avoid the videos as much as possible like a retarded kid in the attic.

So how does the glamour fade? I can think of one idea. We wake the fuck up and decide we just have to grow an inch or two or a taste at some point in our doldrum lives.

But then again you walk into your old records and start thinking about the past.

You pick up the cassette laugh a bit of how it reminds you of back when you were young and stupid. Then maybe you laugh a bit some more while closing the door behind you. Then you'll fire up that old tape player while still laughing.

All clear.

Betcha you'd listen to them again anyway, for the sake of nostalgia.

And you'll realize it's still enjoyable.

See? You're still stupid afterall.