Aging With Algorithms

This is better than I thought being all caught up in medleys and genres of everything I’ve never heard before. It used to be classics, old staples I was listening to before I found everything all wrapped up in a package of what I like without knowing it. Now I just know it. Don’t even have to think. Walking around in a cloud of talent beyond my idea of what constitutes good. Impressing nobody with what I like. They have heard this all before, being on the same frequency. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of talent myself now that I know more of what’s out there, what’s different from my normal rotation. A whole plethora of good could come with that knowledge and talent. I could be listened to instead of listening. Get lost in the revolution of limiting choices, gaining my own style along the way. Lose the classics trying to keep up with this style over that style mixing the old with the new. Be a legend first before becoming obsolete trying to keep up with new art forms from people half my age. I wouldn’t know what I like either if there was anybody twice my age trying to break into my era. I’m at that sweet spot where everybody does my thinking for me and nobody needs to listen to what I have to say.