Today the urchins and I were driving to the children's museum, listening to Raising Sand, the Robert Plant/Alison Krauss collaboration. Many of the songs are from the '50s and '60s, so we were discussing "oldies" music.
Then Spyder popped in with, "I love oldies. Some of my favorite songs are oldies. I think my favorite is Who Can It Be Now?"
I protested, of course, because that song is from my youth. Spyder was adamant that it is an oldie. His argument: The song is more than 25 years old, and those songs that I would have considered oldies in my youth -- Me and Bobby McGee, Eleanor Rigby, Proud Mary, Brand New Key, etc -- didn't have that many years on me. And he's absolutely right; I can't refute that.
The oldies have been redefined for our household, and apparently I am one.