Nostaligia vs. Reality

With the end of the first decade in the 21st century closing up faster than I realize, some things are pretty consistent. I'm still fat, I'm still in Oregon, and I still love really loud distorted guitars, played to a down tempo groove with super doomy lyrics sang over the top of that.
That's pretty much what you can expect from an Auburn album next year, and the year after and the year after.
Alice In Chains are releasing their first album in 16 years now, along with Cannibal Corpse releasing their badgillionth album in 20! Or even a new Megadeth record!
All these artists playing music that they love, and playing it with all the passion. People might say, "It all sounds the same?" and that sort of cynicism might sound objective initially, but I would challenge that persons ability to really enjoy music.
If I like the way something sounds one day, and then I don't like the way something sounds the next day, who's to say that I'm not compromising my taste? Who's to say I am? If I like the way something sounds, and that doesn't change for the rest of my life, what does that make me? A coward? Is it that I'm not willing to explore, or is it that I don't see much to explore?
Being judgmental of musical taste doesn't make you creative, and it doesn't make you original. However, it does help me to challenge my own motives, and work harder as an artist.
Just like Alice In Chains, I'm gonna to sit down and focus on my passion until it's complete, and then let the critics evaluate what it's worth. I know what it's worth to me, so I don't need to look back. I'm just going to keep moving forward, and creating more of what I love.