I will remind you that I received my first Walkman - to play cassettes, when I was 17-years-old. The first cassette I put into that Walkman was Talking Heads Stop Making Sense, which is still one of my favourite albums.
I will remind you that I've seen Elton John with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra. I've seen David Byrne, twice - soon to be three times.
I was sitting in a pub in Holborn when I first heard Blur and Oasis.
I used to get told off for watching Countdown twice when I was a kid.
I know the words to Khe Sahn.
I can do the Nutbush. And the Macarana. And I learned to square dance at primary school.
And now I'm off to Festival Hall, or as I call it, Festering Hall, to see The Pixies.
I love The Pixies.
I'm wearing the t-shirt.
And comfortable shoes. And glasses. And I have my loop earplugs. And I will be standing up the back (if I can't blague a seat).
And I will be joining a lot of other Gen-X tragics in comfortable shoes, band t-shirts, wearing glasses. Lots of the men with have beards and bald spots. Most of the women will be on HRT.
And yeah, we're off to see The Pixies, tonight, for the Bossanova and Trompe le Monde set, and tomorrow night for the best of set, because we are tragics and we know that the band are now in their sixties (with the exception of Emma, who's probably late thirties) and you don't know if this will be the last time.
Still. I am to old for this shit.
But it is fun.
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