I can dig it

Today, Sasha Frere-Jones put up a really neat thing about liking Sonic Youth and growing older:

I can’t judge any of this using my 1988 head, the one that grew like moss around the Daydream Nation cassette and helped produce a collaborative resonance between music and brain that, I still think, melted some things in my head. (This is bad and good: Some mechanisms are permanently burned into the most efficient position while others can no longer swivel and, because of this, I will miss things.) That time is gone.

I suppose it’s really just about getting older, and still liking any sort of Rock Thing that you used to like. It’s been twenty years since I was 18.

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