So today my heart broke a little. But then it got all fixed again. I visited my high school art teacher today, and she had out a record player and a stack of vinyls. As I was about to stick one on a girl from the club that was going on in the classroom asks what "a-side B-side" meant on the records. So I explain that it is the same as on a cassette, simply the next set of songs.
and then she answers with a question that lead into an entire conversation that through me into the darkest depths of despair at the realizationt hat I, am getting old. She asks:
"What is a cassette?"
"It's like a vhs but for music and it is double sided."
*points to vhs in classroom"
"OH! The chunky things! OH WAIT Cassettes I have heard of those! Those are reaally oold. but what are these?"
insert the continued slow crashing of glass to represent my heart
This went on for a little while, ansd I came to wonder how she could possibly not know these things. Being in highschool and growing up in the nineties, you'd think that there would be enough time to be introduced to these things via the media. Photos, movies, friggin, EVERYTHING references these wonderful inventions at some point.
And it occurred to me she was only three years younger than me.
And then it occured to me that I have never heard a record player.
I spent the rest of my visit playing Beatles, The Who, No Doubt, and some random current band. Adhesive applied. Love reaquired. Band-aid effective. Mind. Blown.
I want one.
(in her defense she was a really nice and creative girl. Just ...misinformed)
Listening to: I think my grandparetns are watching Chuck
Reading: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
Watching: time fly by