With a nod to artygran
I have to admit that I too have outgrown new music. I enjoy Fleetwood Mac and Queen YES and, with the newer sort of stuff, I love the melodic voice of Lady in Red but mostly I prefer the standards of long ago: Procul Harum, The Wichita Lineman, Vincent, and Stevie Wonder and the persistent but subordinate notes of his harmonica accompaniment; and, of course, Big Band Swing. Lizzie prefers traditional jazz though for me it is too unstructured. I am also one of these funny people who are entranced by Tango, the rythmn - One and Two and One and Two - from the distant days when I went to ballroom dance classes. My best recollections are the ENSA concerts of wartime; the Elgar, Vaughan Williams, Rachmaninov and Tchaikovsky, but today my taste goes to Sibelius, the early symphonies that epitomise the cold dark forests and lakes of his native Finland and echo my cold dark nature and the sombreness of old age.