Maybe it’s just me, but is the decade I grew in really that far off? I know I get bummed off a bit when I see the music videos I like being played on VH1 or the songs I used to listen to being played on Retro Wednesdays or something. It kind of gives me affirmation that I’m some old geezer because you know, the kids are listening to awfully cool music nowadays and that I’m stuck listening to old geezer stuff. While telling the kids to turn down that damn noise they call music. While I wave my cane wildly around. You call that music? Why in my day, we had to play with instruments. Blindfolded! And our pants’ waistlines were raised all the way up to our armpits. The wedgies were horrible, but damn, we looked snappy.

Take for instance this conversation I had with Yel:

ME: So, you heard of Buddy Zabala?
YEL: Who?
ME: Uh… Buddy Zabala? He’s like only one of the most awesome bassists alive?
YEL: …
ME: The Eraserheads?
YEL: What about them?
ME: You don’t know The Eraserheads?
YEL: … I’ve heard of them.
ME: ๐Ÿ™
YEL: … What?
ME: You’re making me seem older than I really am. You don’t know my childhood heroes!111
YEL: I’ve heard of them.
ME: But but you’ve never really lived through them.
YEL: I mean, they were there, I heard their songs, was too young to apprecia-
ME: There. That’s it.
YEL: What?
ME: I’m an old geezer. From Oldlandia.
YEL: Erm what?
ME: Next thing you know I’ll be running across the lawn, carrying my big ol’ walking cane chasing kids like you out of my goddamn lawn. While my fake teeth fly out as I scream my (old) lungs out. Then my old cholesterol-laden (sexy) heart will give out and my tired old bones collapse. Old man. Me.
YEL: … I told you to stop sniffing burnt leather already, didn’t I?

Yeah. Generation gap, I has it.

But that conversation was far better (and way cuter) than the time that kid next door heckled me for listening to The Beatles. He was like “Nobody listens to them anymore! Take yourself and your old man music away while I rock out to Limp Bizkit, yo!”

I punched him right smack in the nose and walked away. Sexily.

Have you guys felt that as well? Or have you felt the sting of quarterlife crisis? Leave a comment to tell this old geezer about it.

P.S. Apologies for the cheese. I promise to write a better entry next time.

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