Becoming a real adult aka making money with money

I do not consider myself a "grown up." I am 23 years old, I have my own apartment, and I have a job in an intellectual field, and I am financially supported by no one but myself (except for the couch my parents bought me from IKEA, but I like to think I worked hard enough in the yard to earn most of that). So why am I not a grown up?

Rediscovered: Fela Kuti & Africa '70

Over the last year, as you may have noticed, I've become increasingly interested in rediscovering the music of our parents generation (basically anything made from around 1960 through the early 80's). Although commercial music has continuously been evolving, the wide varieties of styles that grew out of what was originally called rhythm & blues (which replaced the term "race music") during this era at least feels like one of the greatest shifts that music has ever experienced. For me, this is when popular music really started to be great. I'll be writing a few posts now and then about some of my favorites from my forays into the music past.

One great thing about discovering this era of music is that there is no shortage of lists and reviews to help you find something you like. However, even better is the fact that we can throw these lists out, and decide for ourselves what music is relevant to us now when looking it through the lens of our own culture, insulated from the culture that surrounded it. In retrospect, we may find that the best stuff was the stuff that wasn't popular at the time because it hasn't been recycled as much as so many of the hits have. This is a perfect example of what's happened to Fela Kuti over the years since his death.

Rants and Raves

Well, I'd like to go on record about a couple of things.

Rants:

-Streaming TV's advertisement creep

-Being stood up

Raves:

-Online dating

-Spring