to feel as if the changing world has left them behind and what remains brings about vacuums filled with melancholy and painful nostalgia? 

What brings this on?  I just saw this segment on the final days of the band B-52s and things like this always take me back to how music used to be seen and heard and covered in the past and how I relished all that in my younger days and how it is so much different in today's world and how much of it I strongly dislike. 

Over the years, I have subscribed to so many music magazines and so many of those have ended publication or have changed so much (Under the Radar publishes so sporadically now and is down to like three issues a year if that; Relix is dependable; Rolling Stone is in the toilet and barely does album reviews anymore; American Songwriter is good).

Gone are the days of Spin, CMJ New Music, Entertainment Weekly, Substream, and many I'm forgetting. 

It used to be you would get an issue of RS and in it, there would be tons of new information on upcoming bands, album releases, sales charts, what artists were doing or planning, and so on. Spin was great in the 80s because not only did it cover so many new artists but it really brought journalism front and center.  One great article was on the "death" of David Crosby and so many other aspects of current events few were reporting on.

But seeing this clip of the B-52s really brought me back to those really good music times and how they are no longer really here and how this ties in with aging and change.  I now understand the popularity and commonality of the cranky old curmudgeon and how people get there and why.  To me, one of the most difficult parts of this era of one's life is how hard it is to find coping methods to deal with it.  On top of this, I believe that when it comes to all changes over the past half-century that these changes in society have not only been relatively quick, but wide-ranging as well and in ways never seen in society and are even speeding up.  I mean, can anyone even think of what they would have thought if told of the possibility of the power of a cell phone back in the 80s?  Not only that, look at the vast change in personal computers from even 1993 to now.  Fucking dial-up back then to now you can watch a film with no buffering today to all this available information found as quickly as you can type some characters (alas, but somehow society is becoming even more ignorant with all this technology and information available to us at our fingertips).

But, man, my lamentation for the "older days" is so powerful that so much of it seems to drown out the methods to embrace what surely is coming and the inability to slow it (ah, in the movie No Country For Old Men according to Cousin Ellis that desire is "vanity" and so right he was).