Over the last decade, my tastes have gone distinctly vintage: Big band. Rarely does a day go by where I don’t have the smooth strains and top-tapping licks of Phil “In the” Blank and His Orchestra swinging in my ears, courtesy Pandora. Indeed, I’ve developed quite the fondness for bygone voices such as Sinatra, Crosby, Martin, Ella, Doris, and so many more. My teenage self would surely be revolted at this transformation in musical tastes, although I would hope he would appreciate the touch of jazz clarinetists Goodman, Fountain, Shaw, and Daniels.
I’ve always been an old soul (I was 40 when I was 20). It seems this has become true of my tastes as well.
I may be an aberration: I have no idea whether it is common or not to have one's tastes in music (and other things) change so drastically with age. I can live with that, so long as I can enjoy classics like this:
