I think the first time you think "kids today just don't understand...", you officially become an old person. I crossed that line last week when I came across an old cassette tape in my car and found, to my excitement, that the very faded label read "Always Blue". It was one of my last mixed tapes ever- something from the 90s, complete with melodramatic title, and catchy, anthemic songs of woe, suicide, and repression (and not all by the Smiths). I vividly remembered the experience of making the tape, with my double-cassette boombox with built-in CD, with stacks of CDs and tapes piled up, ceiling-high, and I suddenly missed those days- when it was worth the effort to spend almost the entire day to get a mix just right- sometimes re-recording a song five or six times until the last bit of fading music didn't get accidentally cut off. You have to have lived to understand. These days I am too lazy to make playlists most of the time, and hit "random" if I want to be surprised.