Yesterday, I was speaking with Ed -
Ed, if you're reading this, don't try and delete this post. I know it embarrasses you, but technically it embarrasses me more, even though we all know I cannot be embarrassed. - [Ed] (as in Editor, not as in you, Ed.)
- and we were talking about music. Ed,
a 30ish guy a very mature 24 year old, said:
"I know you probably don't know about 'modern' music, but there's this band, it's like a young band, like the kids listen to it...It's called 'Avenged Sevenfold' - "
Granted, as soon as I heard those quotes around 'modern' music, I knew I was honor-bound to claim to know this band, even if I didn't. However, I have a good reason to be familiar with Avenged Sevenfold. So I was able to reclaim the honor of all forty-four year olds and feign outrage that he assumed I didn't know of them.
Still and all, I think I probably do have retro musical tastes, even for a forty-four year old. I bought these CDs at the B&N just tonight:
Various Artists - Christmas With the Rat Pack (I am sixty-five.) In Which Dean explains that In Winter It's a Marshmallow World, thus again giving Christianity a Christmas song that encourages us to confuse Christmas and Camping.
Def Leppard - Yeah! (I am fifty.) And I'm smiling right now at the album cover with the band all standing in a row. The drummer has his arm stretched up high giving the peace sign. How can you not love a band with a one-armed drummer?
Squeeze - Greatest Hits (I am forty-four! I am!) Finally, I act like my demographic. Of course, I've never heard of any song by this band.
Ben Folds - Rockin' in the Suburbs (Oh, sorry, I'm thirty-five.) I heard a clip of Rockin' the Suburbs on a blog, and the irony made me smile. Plus, the red-headed Catherine recommended it, and she's thirty-something, so she's hip.
Nellie McKay - Pretty Little Head (It doesn't matter how old I am, I was an English major). I haven't played it yet but I dug out the lyrics and it is a book. I think I have a favorite song, even without hearing it. Old Enough ends with:
Never thought I'd live to be stong enough -
Whaaaaaat? Stong enough? Stong? Now I have to listen to this song. That's a typo. Oh, man, Nellie McKay must be sooo pissed. Anyway, it ends with:
Never thought I'd live to be strong enough / To be young enough to find a better song / Then you came along / Never thought I'd live to be old enough.