We like to think, as we age, that we have grown more discerning with the passing of time. I very much doubt, however, that this completely accounts for the sometimes drastic changes in our love for particular works.
When I remember my devout passion for heroic music, I sometimes squirm with embarrassment. [Much of this embarrassment is simply because I am something of a musical snob, perhaps.]
Youthful passions have a habit of wearing out, and as an older people, we wonder what we ever saw in certain works. Now I am old, I am quite sure that the percentage of music that I love is considerably smaller than once it was.
We are told that some characteristics of older people are grumpiness, intolerance, and opinionated ranting. I realise that I try hard to prove to the world that these characteristics do not live in me, and that I am open to new ideas and concepts continuously, accepting of other people's differing standpoints, and as agnostic about certain issues as ever I was.
I'm afraid that this is mostly a pose, a veneer.
Perhaps because I am an organist, I doubt that my devotion to the polyphony of Bach will ever disappear. The profundity of this man tends to overwhelm me.
To my astonishment, however, my veneration of some of his great organ works has begun to shrink, and I listen to recordings played on neo-baroque organs with a growing distaste for them.
I now see in this type of performance a fake attempt to show fidelity, a fusty rejection of the present, and pretentious cuteness.
This is such a change from my Bastille-storming days of advocacy of a return to the Baroque ideals of organ design, that I wonder what has happened to me!
[ People such as myself asked our communities to spend millions of their dollars on this antiquarian fad, and I begin to reject the result we 'achieved' - now I am old. How very embarrassing!]
As a composer in my younger days, I shared a pseudo-Bohemian passion for electronic music, and spent years in this now-extinct activity. [I am grateful that much of my output from this time of 'hedonistic delusion' is lost.]
'Fads pass, and I am as susceptable to fashion as anyone'. That is the most likely explanation!
My present adoration of Britten and Stravinsky has not always been thus. My passion for Webern and Bartok has diminished over time. So what !
How very fortunate we are that the Art we love is so extensive and so varied, able to supply us with joy and inspiration whatever our age. Even if our concepts of musical beauty change again and again, there is so much available to enjoy.