A blob of rubber falls out of a machine onto a conveyor belt. Despite only looking at old archive footage I can sense the rubber smell and how the exhausts caught on camera fill my lungs. I am watching a vinyl single being made.
I then go on to watch 60 minutes of old (mostly) men talk about how the peak of existence was to have your world revolve around vinyl singles. The young teenagers of the late 1950s would search shops for hours for that one single only to find that no one stocked it. They would end up spending their weekly allowance on something else that the shop owner insisted they’d buy. The single was a physical thing that you had to earn it. When music was distributed on vinyl singles, the youngsters would meet up, bring their records and play them for each other. You would share music! All that is lost with the digital music of today. Kids don’t appreciate music anymore since they can’t see or touch it.
For some reason someone spent money making a TV show that, through ‘the single’, romanticises being a teenager in the 1950s. Sharing your nostalgia is fine, maybe even important in some cases, but judging others because they will be born at a later time is wrong. It is as wrong as describing an entire generation by a few characteristics (they are always bad), without holding the previous generations that created their society accountable.
Granted, there has been a lot of change over the past century. Our lives have developed in a digital direction. What these people don’t seem to know is that teenagers never stopped being teenagers. Yes, they might have started storing certain things they buy in a computer rather in a physical box and they might communicate over the internet. But they do still socialise and share music. And I am guessing that future generations will too.
I think it is important for different generations to see their similarities and to not judge someone because they live differently to you.