It's one thing that I have the kind of values that haven't existed in this country since just after WWII. Nevermind that I find movies like Pleasantville mesmerizing, not only for their political/racial/gender commentary but for that idealization of the world in the 50's. I can shrug that stuff off sometimes in favor of some newer thing that wouldn't have been there for my benefit five decades ago.
Folk music emerging in the last two score is a harder thing to ignore. Why do I just lock up, physically and mentally, every time I hear Puff the Magic Dragon or Annie's Song or It's In Every One Of Us? Those songs about the eternal truths, the essence of what it is to be human and alive, they break me. They consume me. I can't process any other information when I hear them. They take me someplace else. I don't know where it is, but I love going there. It's murder on my productivity though.