Picture this. You’re enjoying a beer with a group of friends, some of them are a bit older than you, maybe 5, 10, or 20 years older. A song comes on the speaker. Your older friend goes wild. He sings along. He drums his fingers. He wants you to dance with him to the song but you feel awkward because the song isn’t really your jam.
“You don’t like this song?” Your friend asks in disbelief.
“It’s not that I don’t like it. I just don’t know it.”
“You don’t know this song? What? Do you not know Jim Morrison? The Doors?”
You shake your head. You really don’t know, but each time you admit your ignorance your friend takes it as a personal offense. How could anyone not know his favorite band? Weren’t they the biggest thing when he was in elementary school? He proceeds to call you a failed generation. He criticizes your music taste, even though he has no idea what you listen to. He assumes that because Calvin Harris, Taylor Swift, Bruno Mars, etc. are so popular nowadays you must be a big fan of them.
“You have to listen to The Doors. I’ll make you listen to The Doors,” he concludes, and then goes on to list 10 other bands that he believes any cultured person must listen to. These bands released their last songs about two decades ago.
You nod a smile-less nod. Deep down inside, you feel sorry for him. He’s one of those people who are so caught up in their own little worlds that they can’t possibly fathom that there are good artists other than those whom he deems good. They are trapped in their own time capsule – they believe that things that are popular in their lifetime will stay popular forever. They don’t accept that time changes. Their music will one day go out of style, and their opinions, too, will one day go out of style.