A Snippet of Anachronism

I love this kind of music, and I don't even really know what to call it.

I'm listening to the Ultimate Pink Panther soundtrack. Some of it is jazzy, some just odd, and of course, you have the orchestra arrangements.

I think I ws just born in the wrong time, or something.

Most everything I like is old. I love old movies and old music. Most of my dream girls are all dead from old age. I think it would be awesome to wear a fedora in public without being (laughingly) compared to Indiana Jones.

Then again, I can't be all anachronistic. I do like some (rare) new music, and a few of the dream girls are still alive, and reasonably young. It just puzzles me as to why I like the stuff so much.

I think part of it might be my parents, (and this is not a bad thing in any way), who had me late in life. I came along thirteen years after the other kids, had very few friends that came over to play or lived close enough to do so, and so I spent a lot of time alone. That's not a bad thing either, really. I think it forced me to develop one heck of an imagination, which is awesome, since, y'know, a writer needs one of those.

For what I consider my "formative" years, we lived in the country, and we didn't get many television channels, or pick up any radio stations very well. So, I delved into my parent's record collection. Percy Faith, Her Alpert, Roger Miller, the (early) Beatles, Roy Orbison, and so many others were my music.

I blame the old movies on my parents as well. Okay, it's not so much blame, as gratitude. My father, as many of you know, is a preacher, and so we didn't watch movies with bad language, nudity, violence, or anything like that, and that was okay. Doesn't bother me that it was like that. I watch things with that stuff now, of course, but starting out with those restrictions meant that basically anything in black and white was safe.

Abbot and Costello don't cuss, y'know.

So, my most basic sense of humor, ideal of female beauty, and a million other things were influenced by old movies and music.

Well, I guess I'm not so puzzled, after all.

(Look at that, another entry where I've answered my own question. I have to stop that.)