that old grand music

In most ways, I don't really relate to my younger selves. I have a different sense of style, a different culinary palate, a different set of politics from them. I am told that I have more than a passing resemblance, but I do not quite look like them either. Yet though I'm not too much of a music person (perhaps because of it), the thread of continuity there is strongest. I still love 情深深雨濛濛, the very first favourite song I remember having. This was in China, so I must have been five or younger at the time. I still love Hilary Duff, who was my favourite in third grade, and the butt rock I listened to through middle school, and the post rock and Homestuck soundtracks of my teenagerdom, and all the EDM from those summers of music festivals. If I stopped listening to some of it, it's only because I had the notion that I should have outgrown it, or that it's embarrassing and doesn't signal the right things about who I am today. And the new stuff that I like, I have this very strong sense…