to quote the punk rock band fear, ‘i love living in the city’
well, their reasons might have been different from mine, but today was one of those days that made me really appreciate nyc. it’s late november and it’s warm and sunny and i was walking around in a t-shirt and i went to one of many organic vegan restaurants and those things alone are enough to make me love it here, but now the sun is setting and it’s one of those soft and sort of pastel-y sunsets and i know i sound like a new age hippy and i know that this is a poorly punctuated run-on sentence, but it’s all true.
all of it.
except i do feel a bit of shame at using ‘pastel-y’ as an adjective.
and speaking of fear, they were pretty great in their own offensive sort of way. and their early 80’s performance on saturday night live was legendary.
i’m old. i should know. i remember slam-dancing(that’s what we used to call it back when i was a young person )to ‘lets have a war’ in a friend of mines suburban living room in 1982.
yup. middle age is reaching for me with it’s bony, ageing hipster, fingers. some people make the transition to ageing hipster quite well….like leonard cohen. he’s still cool. neil young. iggy pop. keith richards. etc.
as long as ageing hipsters learn some of the valuable lessons taught to us on ‘behind the music’
#1-stay away from small planes
#2-too many of the wrong drugs can ruin you (um, iggy and keith being pretty obvious exceptions to that rule)
#3-age gracefully. no middle age mullets. holding on to the aesthetics of your youth when you’re 50 is kind of tragic. at least as documented in many episodes of ‘behind the music’.
#4-stay away from small planes.
ok. that’s it for now. i’m sorry if i’ve offended any mullet wearing, 55 year old, drug taking, small plane riding rockstars. my purpose is not to offend, but rather to warn and educate. these are valuable lessons as learned from vh-1.
oh, #5-avoid marble flooring for your new rockstar pleasure palace.
and #6-don’t give jobs to your relatives. nepotism is a sure fire way to prematurely jump the shark.
bye for now,
moby