Older than I’ve ever been
Last night the “classic rock” station played “Why Can’t I Be You,” which if I know my Cure, came out when I was in 8th grade. My first thought was, hey, they’re playing something that isn’t “Don’t Fear the Reaper”! Second thought: wait, how old am I? I know this comes to us all - someday the classic “rock” station will be playing Fall Out Boy for all of today’s 11 year olds - but still. This shakes my conviction that MY favorite music is much better than all the bands from my parents’ generation, the ones the graying boomers go see every summer at that hellhole Nissan Pavillion under the fond belief that they and the band can still bring it. If I’m still going to see Morrissey mope about nursing home conditions when I’m 57, that’s totally different, right? Right?
