i have an obsession with old music. not just any old music, but specifically stuff i grew up listening to, and now can't, either because my turntable isn't working, i don't have an audio cassette player, the cassettes weren't labeled properly (yeah, pirated cassettes, lol), or some other randomness. and then of course, there's stuff i can identify but can't find, either because it's not online, or because there's new and popular stuff with the same name, and i get tired after clicking through 10 pages of youtube results (especially since there's also a chance i may have been mistaken to begin with).
i still keep searching randomly though, and as google gets better, more media gets uploaded, and maybe i get lucky enough through dogged determination, i sometimes meet with success.
it's hard to describe the feeling when i finally find what i've been looking for.
it's hard to explain why i'm such a memory junkie.
i think i've mentioned before, that my present somehow revolves in a loop of past music.
i don't know why i don't really care for new music any more.
someone told me recently, that you only get old when you stop looking for new things.
maybe, in the musical sense, i'm already old.
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