Alas it seems I have "Come of Age"
It happened some years ago I am afraid. Time has a way of doing that, slowly and inexorably moving forward into some unforseen future. A future where you turn on the radio and can't even understand what the kids are "singing" about.
It wasn't too long ago that Bob Seger's "Night Moves" was spinning on the turntable and I was at my desk in my room copying The Tengwar from the Appendix in The Return of the King. Maybe taking a break or two by playing Atari, or getting up to turn the music down because dad didn't like that Led Zepplin guy.
Ok, perhaps the youngsters are not all that much different than we were. (Just smarter and with better technology)