There’s one I remember. I might as well just throw in Power Rangers while I’m at it.
This is a really interesting thread. I’d like to add to it, but I haven’t been able to come up with anything. I can think of lots of things I used to like and don’t anymore, or lots of things I’m completely burned out on, but every time I do, I’m forced to admit that they were meaningful to the person I was at the time.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to watch Grease or The Wizard of Oz again, but they’re still good movies. I can barely tolerate Money by Pink Floyd, but there’s no doubt it’s a wonderful song. I’ve read Gone With the Wind so many times, I was on the verge of having it memorized. I love it, but I don’t take it down from the shelf anymore.
Now, I must admit that I did like Ric O’Casek and The Cars. But I got over it pretty fast!
Sorry for the highjack, but I just had to weigh in and say that while I disagree with you about Kind of Blue, it’s nice to hear that kids get that far into jazz, too. I was 26 before I discovered jazz and 30 before I discovered Miles (so maybe Kind of Blue hasn’t had time to wear off yet), and I’m glad that others get into the scene at an earlier age.
And Carnac, you’re right about Bong Soo Han being Tom McLaughlin’s stand-in. Back in the 70’s, you couldn’t tell, but I’ve gotten my seven bucks worth out of the DVD by playing the fight scenes in slow motion just to see the big bad townies get their asses handed to them by a middle-aged Korean guy in a denim jacket and a cowboy hat.
Gahhhhh, Bitches Brew!! Bitches Brew!! I swear I meant to type Bitches Brew. Christ, time to go back on Ritalin!
You make a good point here. I’ll probably always list The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy as one of my all-time favorite books, but at this point in my life I doubt I’ll ever actually read it cover-to-cover again.
For music, I’d have to say Sublime. There was a point in time when I thought they were the absolute, bar-none best band to ever exist. I had every one of their albums - and I mean every one, including all the bootlegs, b-sides, unreleased stuff, and live stuff that no one had ever heard of - I had their home movies, I had two of their posters even though I had outgrown posters by that time, I had one of their t-shirts even though I was past the band t-shirt wearing stage by that time (I mostly just wore it around the house), I even briefly had one of their stickers on my car even though I’ve always had a very strict no-stickers-on-the-car policy (I took it off the same day, but that’s a funny story for another time.)
I’ve popped Forty Oz to Freedom - their magnum opus by many accounts - into my CD player a couple times this year and it’s a chore just to get through it. It’s sad, really.
I don’t think it’s that they were never really that good as much as it’s just that I’ve filled my lifetime quota for listening to them. When you’ve memorized every lyric, every bassline, every drumbeat, every sample and subtle little sound-effect (and can recreate them vocally!) 500 spins ago, an album just can’t ever seem new and fresh to you again. I have no doubt that they’ll continue to blow new generations away similar to how they did me for many years to come.