Confession time: I am a hoarder of music.
It may not be as noticeable as it was back in the yesteryear
of physical media, and maybe two years ago my wife and I went full hipster and
only bought physical music on vinyl. But this in no way sated my appetite for
new music, and I continued with my stockpiling and constant iPod syncing.
But I don’t necessarily want to talk about that terrible,
terrible habit of mine today. The hoarding is something that’s gone on for
years and years, and I often believe is a part of a larger issue that I’ve
never made myself confront.
What I want to talk about here is this strange phenomena
that I’ve recently stumbled upon, that I can only seem to name “music out of
time.” I am using this to refer to music that was released at some point in the
past and was consumed, but for some reason disliked, only to be rediscovered
years later and be really enjoyed. I’m not talking about something like “I
heard this song once or twice and didn’t like it, but now I do.” I’m talking
about “I heard this when it was brand new and didn’t like it, but can’t really
say why, but now I do.”