Things change, you included.
I sort of lost interest. After high school, where I’d picked up a taste for a variety of rock flavors, I tried to make a go of having a career playing music. I played drums for 25 years, in a variety of bands, mostly R&B, rock and blues, but some others (pop cover, Mexican, C&W, etc.) as well. And in the late '80s I formed a music production company with an entertaiment lawyer I knew.
Just a few short years later, about 12-13 years ago, I quit playing, and I quit listening. My car radio went to either the news station or the classical station. By the mid-'90s I’d become amazingly ignorant of the music scene for somebody with my history. That’s about when I started going to the symphony from time to time. I liked it.
Creatively, I was just beginning to hit my stride in my line of work (exploration geophysics), and I paid little conscious attention to the, by then solely, classical music in my life.
A little while back, I started listening to about an hour or so of metal on Sunday afternoons, in the car. That’s about how long it takes for the local metal station to turn over their playlist. Then it was back to classical.
Recently, I bought a car. While it had no bearing on my purchase, it came with a 6 CD-changer. Just a few weeks ago, after having the car a few months, I suddenly got a hankering to hear the Allman Brothers In Memory of Elizabeth Reed and, sure enough, found it at the local CD emporium. Within a day or two, my desire to once more hear White Rabbit and Somebody to Love had me back at the store.
Whoa! Then I found a 13th Floor Elevators compilation.
By now I’ve filled out the CD magazine. My last two acquisitions are albums by groups named Creed and Staind. I have no idea where these guys rank in the eyes of the masses, but I like’em.
Things change, you included.