"The slow and sad descent"

Am I an example of a slow and sad descent into a concrete mold? Stuck in my old ways; unwilling, unimpressed and uninterested in today’s music. Maybe it's worse. I'm on the verge of hostile when it comes to new music. A good friend said to me: "it takes a lot of time for you to get used to new things." That was a nice understatement. Maybe a healthy dose of skepticism is a good starting point, after all. Skepticism is the process of applying reason and critical thinking to determine validity. It's also the process of finding a supported conclusion. New music is assumed to be bad, until proven otherwise. My aversion towards new music isn't comprehensive. I went all in on gothic country and launched this website, didn't I? In all fairness, the music wasn't new when I became aware of it. In fact, it was only new to me. And I was a bit younger. This raises a couple of questions. Have I always been averse or have I become averse, and, have I become more averse over the years? I used to be open to new music, especially during adolescence and early adulthood. These years are formative, read more here (opens in a new window). My now long gone vinyl collection (now repurchased on cd) is like a sediment layer, ready to be excavated. Not a linear progression exactly, but always in the right direction. Lately, I have been returning to the music that shaped me. Over 50 years of listening to music has a two-side effect: harden your heart and refine your senses. I have become an uncompromising purist and authenticity fetishist. What some people see as a slow and sad descent into a concrete mold is actually impeccable taste and exquisite execution. I do have strong opinions when it comes to music. Resistance is not futile. Enlightening people, song by song, album by album. That’s the plan.