We decided that back in the day, a song would be popular for a few years and there wasn't this constant pressure to produce new music. We likely didn't get tired of songs for a few years because we didn't have easy ways to carry our music around with us. We had to buy a record and play it at home, on a huge piece of equipment. ( By the way, record players are still available at Best Buy) I joked that 2014 people tire of a song in a few weeks and to stay popular, an artist has to come up with fresh new music to keep people happy. Our attention spans are short!
We moved on to television shows and remarked about how if The Love Boat came on and we weren't home, we missed that episode. Until it came on again as a repeat. We had lots of repeats back in the day because the networks only made so many shows. We were happy with what was on and there was never any binge watching. Keith did say that it seemed like every time he watched Charles in Charge is was the same episode. He never got to see a new one. Now in the mid 90's I do remember watching a marathon of My So-Called Life and thinking it was fantastic!
That bought us to books. A good book takes time to research and figure out the details. Back in the day, an author would release a book every couple years. Now days, if you don't release a book (or sequel to a book) every couple months then people lose interest and move on. Here is that attention span problem again.
Hey! Remember when we would go places and do things and not have a photo to show for it? If you wanted a photo you had to actually buy film for your camera and then take it somewhere to be developed. I easily take 3-5 pictures a day and sometimes 3-5 videos
We are living at such a fast pace that the details are getting lost. I have a DVR full of shows that I don't have time to watch, a iPad full of downloaded books that I don't have time to read. I'm so busy with PTA and the kids school work that it just keeps adding to this out of control snowball that's growing bigger and rolling faster. And I don't know how to stop it.
I know it's crazy to say......but sometimes I miss the good ole days.