Posted by Amanda Marcotte August 16, 2007 in Uncategorized, Music
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I first “felt old” when I had to explain to a class of mine who the Swedish Chef was.
Mm, Bort! Bort! Bort!
Okay, so what are the Siamese Dream kids up to these days?
I wonder how often that comes up in his life…
Star Wars and I both turned 30 this year. So, yeah.
Funny, I felt old in the late 1990s: I took our high school co-op placement out to do some envelopes and was shocked to discover that not only had he no idea how to use a typewriter, but, in fact, had never even seen one before.
The other time, and this one really hurt, was after 9-11. There was that celebrity remake of “What’s Going On” *coughtravestycough* and I was doing a day on black protest in popular music–You know, Strange Fruit, Mississippi Goddamn, What’s Going On…
One of my students, upon hearing Marvin Gaye, said, “I thought Fred Durst did that.”
I could barely make it through the rest of class.
Oh, and out of 70 students in the two sections of that class, only three had ever heard of Billie Holliday.
Whoo hoo! I’m less than a decade older than him! In your face, old people! If it weren’t for this physics degree, I might still be cool!*
*Who am I kidding? I was never cool.
I’m 53. I was feeling old probably before many of you were born.
I sincerely hope that your class that semester had only 4.2857142857142857142857142857143% of the students pass.
jnfr, I’m 912 years old. Kiss kiss.
Oh good
I’m not sure if all of them developed an appreciation for Ms. Holliday, but they did engage in an analysis of “Strange Fruit” that I’m sure had some of them looking her up.
I think that the fact this was a required diversity/general ad class, combined with the fact I got among some of the highest evaluations at the university for that class (or any gen ed course), as well as actually getting rural working class white kids from minnesota who had probably never encountered a person of color before to recognize themselves as part of the same system as people of color…well, I done good. (And i was bucking a university trend of “teaching down” to students.)
Damn, I was personally miserable that year. But I did some great teaching, and really grew as a teacher. I look back at it…it was good in a number of ways. Distance helps. Sorry for the diversion all.
Only three weeks-ish til the new classes begin. It just never stops.
Ya know, MAJeff, for once I’m not overly interested in what you have to say. I’m taking jnfr over into a dark corner of the blog to tell her gossipy stories about the Renaissance, bitch about how pushy Catherine the Great was, maybe a little wine….. admire her neck…..
Here’s another one that somebody threw at me a couple of years ago:
Almost none of my students have lived in a world without AIDS.
Interesting to think of what “lived in” would mean. I remember when AIDS came on the radar, but I was a child. Does “lived in” mean that you lived in the world before the AIDS crisis or that you simply don’t remember a world prior to it? My view of sexuality was utterly shaped by AIDS; I didn’t have sex for the first time without making my partner get tested for it.
… so will my oldest son, born shortly before I bought the album…
He’ll be able to vote and he’s EMO like nobody’s business.
I mean a world in which the first diagnosis, the epidemic didn’t exist. Let’s take the first diagnosis as 1981(there may be other dates indicated for some instances, but 1981 is generally accepted as the onset of the epidemic). I mean, almost all of my students have never known a world in which the epidemic didn’t exist. I, too, came of age sexually in the age of AIDS-I was 13 at that first diagnosis (and came of age as a gay man, which definitely shaped my politics). But, I experienced a world without it.
The first, and only, time a student was able to shock me into silence in the classroom: “You mean there hasn’t always been AIDS?”
Today’s teenagers also don’t remember a world before The Simpsons.
I was the first child of the blockbuster, having seen Jaws in a drive through when I was 3 or 4, and the Summers of 77 and 78, with Star Wars, Star Trek: The Motion Picture, and Superman: The Movie. It all comes full circle:
Homer: Gasp! Adam West! [calling] Kids! Batman!
Lisa: Dad, that’s not the real Batman.
Adam West: Of I’m the real Batman. [shows a photograph] See, here’s a picture of me with Robin.
Bart: Who the hell is Robin?
And just think: soon people will totally forget that Val Kilmer was ever Batman, sticking with that flash-in-the-pan Christian Bale. Why, I remember him as the plucky kid from Empire of the Sun… and that reminds me… REST OF COMMENT DELETED
The oldest I’ve ever felt was when I discovered I was in grad school with people who hadn’t been born when I graduated from high school.
As for national awareness of AIDS, 1985 was probably the pivotal year:
“In July 1985, Hudson joined his old friend Doris Day for the launch of her new TV cable show, Doris Day’s Best Friends. His gaunt visage, and his nearly incoherent speech, were so shocking it was broadcast again all over the national news shows that night and for weeks to come. Day herself stared at him throughout their appearance.
Hudson had been diagnosed with HIV on June 5, 1984, but when the signs of illness became apparent, his publicity staff and doctors told the public he had liver cancer. It was not until 25 July 1985, while in Paris for treatment, that Hudson issued a press release announcing that he was dying of AIDS.”
actually, norbizness, I’d say that Magic was even more important. There was an explosion of stories after Hudson, but it remained because of his homosexuality. Magic really made it straight America’s problem.
I’m not saying Hudson didn’t matter. His death brought the disease further forward–as did “innocent victims” like the Ray Twins and Ryan White. In terms of “the middle” Magic was more important (this is going from memory…See Pollock, Phillip H. 1994. “Issues, Values, and Critical Moments: Did ‘Magic’ Johnson Transform Public Opinion on AIDS?” APSA…for details on which publics were moved, etc.)
there was a peak of media coverage surrounding hudson, which then declined again until Johnson, at which point it exploded to levels previously unseen.
Oh, that reminds me, six-oh-seven-nine — I was teaching a roomful of 12ish-year-olds how to knit the other day and I had to physically restrain myself from comparing knitting on straight needles to a typewriter. “You know, you just flip it around and start again at the beginning of the row, like a typewr….. oh, never mind.”
Amanda, I think MAJeff meant that most of his students were born after 1985, i.e., when the AIDS “epidemic” started being seen as an equal opportunity disease, rather than “some gay disease no one really cares about”.
You want to feel old? A coupla weeks ago, I asked a woman manning a sunglasses booth if she had any like U2’s Bono wears. She had to call her FATHER to ask him who Bono was. I almost died on the spot.
The whole sordid tale is here: http://upsidedownhippo.com/archives/2007/08/01/generation_slap/index.html
Wanna really feel old? Ask a teenager what instrument Dave Grohl plays and what band he’s most famous for.
GO DAVE GROHL!!! HOMETOWN HERO OF SPRINGFIELD VIRGINIA!
The Foo Fighters are all right and all, but I still felt his sessions with Queens of the Stone Age a hell of alot more. Something about Dave drumming—
As to the Nevermind cover baby being 17? I remember when I was 17. Bill Clinton was President. Nothing makes me feel older than remembering that there was a time, not so long ago, when I could respect the office of President and this nation.
Regarding never knowing a world without AIDS: my mom always tells a story about when I was around three (in 1989) and playing with my stuffed animals. She asked me what their names were, and I told her which was the mom, and the kid. “But there’s no Dad,” I said. She asked what happened to him. “He died of AIDS,” I replied.
And I should have read some of the comments above and seen he already said something to that effect. Anyway, interesting how most illnesses are not mainstream unless they starts affecting straight white people. I had not heard about Sickle Cell Anemia until I went to college, and it shocked me that I hadn’t, even though it is very prevalent in many minority populations.
Anyway I should say that I have my “god, I’m old” moments about once a week, now that I’m back in school with people who are between 10-13 years younger than me. After a while, you start shrugging them off as “yeah, but that means I’m way more awesome”.
This summer, during my Mass Media and Queer America class, I got to revisit that era.
it was tough to figure out what texts to use, so I decided to pair off Hollywood film vs. gay independent film–showed Philadelphia vs. Silverlake Life: The View From Here–and reporting/writing by gay/HIV positive men vs reporting/writing in the print media (Larry Kramer, David Feinberg, “Queers Read This” vs. A couple chapters in Allwood’s Straight News).
I’ve got to say, that was one of the most emotionally challenging yet intellectually satisfying weeks of teaching I’ve ever had.
I remember seeing a TV commercial that told us to “lose weight deliciously with the aid of AIDS!” (The AIDS in question being a flavored diet pill.) Little did they know what kind of black humor their company was in for.
Mickle:
Me too.
I’ve been feeling the strain of years for a while, now, but it really got bad a few months ago when one of the high school kids I work with told me he didn’t know who R2-D2 was.
I just had a couple students tell me they’ve never heard of Janis Joplin.
Shit. That was one of the first CDs I ever played on my own CD player that I’d gotten for Christmas (I think I was a freshman or sophomore in high school).
Now I have to go do something to pretend I’m really not this old yet. Anyone got any coloring books I can borrow?
I’m a child of the 90s and Nevermind was a very important album to me when I was a kid, so yeah, I feel old even though I’m in my mid-20s, though I will say seeing Kurt Cobian’s daughter now is what really makes me feel old. I remember that whole drama w/Courtney and the interview and the admission of drug use during her pregnancy and Kurt Loder. That’s right, I’m one of those old foggies who remembers when MTV played videos. For HOURS on end.
I started feeling old over a decade ago, when the first kid I ever babysat (he was 2 months old), graduated from college.
Last week I felt old looking at my kid’s 4th grade teacher. He doesn’t look old enough to drive, let alone teach.
CDs just turned 25, fwiw. Does anyone else remember those CD caddies for PCs? How about Prodigy Internet?
I’m one of those people who doesn’t remember a world without AIDS. I was born in 1981; my dad’s cousin died from the disease in 1986. In 7th grade, the excuse the boys in my class gave for refusing to come within 1 metre of me was that I apparently had AIDS (they didn’t know about my relative, they just thought it would be the best way to insult the nerd).
I have used a typewriter, but more as a novelty than ever actually using one for a practical purpose. Actually, this thread is making me feel young.
It bloody well should! Wake me when it’s 2011 when you turn 30! Then we’ll talk.
I was one of the last to start primary (elementary) school in the 70’s (1979), my first major film that I can actually remember was Return of the Jedi, and there were electric TYPEWRITERS in my high school .. I can remember when we moved from Apple IIe’s to the first all-in-one Apple Macintosh’s (we thought gray-scale was SO COOL after the green characters).
My first computer at home was an Atari, and my own first was a 286 with a 40 MB HDD and 8 MB of RAM.
The really scary thought though is that next year’s freshman class at college, was BORN in 1990.
My first computer at home was an Atari, and my own first was a 286 with a 40 MB HDD and 8 MB of RAM.
Got you beat. I was seriously envious of a friend who’s family splurged to buy him a Sinclair ZX81. I first started programming on a TRS-80.
Speaking of AIDS, when I was in high school my choir did assemblies at grade schools, and we had to do a special one for a 4th grader at one school because he had AIDS, and was therefore put out in a trailer the entire time he was at school so as not to possibly “infect” any of his possible classmates. They wouldn’t even let him go into the gym for an hour with everyone else to see the assembly, so he got a special performance in his trailer. I always wonder what happened to him.
My most “old” moment lately came when I realized not just the students I teach, but a new freshly-minted colleague of mine wasn’t born until I was in middle school. Ugh.
The first time I really felt old was when I went to a recruiting event for my old college and I realized that the high school seniors at the event were born the same year I was a college freshman.
Whenever I feel old, I go to visit my 91 year old grandfather, then I realize I have a long way to go.
The passing of WWII veterans bothers me a bit more than the coming of age of the next generation.
I wasn’t really into Nirvana, so this doesn’t hit me very hard. I’m not sure what would, at this point, unless it’s seeing old friends or heroes gone gray or bald.
Watching Midge Ure on a BBC cooking show would do it. I was a massive fan of Ultravox, a mostly Scottish New Romantic band. Midge Ure took over singing on 1981’s “Vienna,” which I first heard during my Dungeons & Dragons days. The band dressed elegantly at the time, but here was Midge Ure on the cooking show looking bald, podgy and happy.
As for AIDS, back when I used to at least glance at Time Magazine covers, there was one around 1982 with a headline along the lines of “Herpes: Is The Party Over?” They had no idea.
Actually, I felt older in the 1980s than I do even now. Being then too serious for my own good and a music snob, working at NASA and taking on too many financial responsibiities probably had something to do with it. Pop culture doesn’t make me feel old because there’s still more good and new music, books, movies, etc. out there than I’ll ever have time to sample.
Except I can’t smoke weed and drink whisky at the same time.
Re the beginning of national AIDS awareness:
I suppose Rock Hudson’s demise represented the beginning of national sympathy for HIV victims, but when I first arrived at Caltech in 1983 and for obscure reasons joined what we called our “football team” (Go Beavers! Why are y’all giggling? The beaver is Nature’s little engineer, OK?) the coach made some snarky remarks about not sharing water bottles including “…you might get AIDS (nervous giggles…) Perhaps I was aware there was this weird new disease just a bit earlier than many other people because I graduated HS in North Florida, and the stories about the Haiitian refugees who were infected had a kind of local angle, some of the detention camps being in our region, or at any rate in Florida. This would have been ‘81-’82.
By the time the Rock Hudson story broke I had some gay friends and sporadically read both The Advocate and several years worth of issues of Gay Comix which reflected the news by changing tone considerably between the late ’70s and early ’80s.
Re computers: in 1975 Dad, returning from an overseas tour of duty in South Korea, brought home a (fanfare please) electronic calculator! It had blue glowing LED numbers, just like in science fiction movies! And it could not only add and subtract, but even multiply and divide, and (something I didn’t quite understand yet) take square roots! Later that year, when Dad was a student at the Air University at Maxwell AFB (in Montgomery, Alabama, where the USAF sends its officers for culture and enlightenment) he had a programming class (BASIC) which involved taking home a teletype terminal that dialed up a timesharing connection to a mainframe on the phone–some newfangled thing called a “modem.” (You put the phone headset in a cradle and it actually squealed over the voice line audibly–well to anyone with normal hearing anyway; I am guessing that actually since I didn’t have hearing aids yet.) Dad let me play “Moon Lander” on it; I kept crashing–never did get the hang of video games. Of course there was no “video;” the thing just typed onto a ream of paper. Since the only SF I could get on the TV in Alabama was “Lost in Space,” I was duly grateful and impressed.
As for album covers–If the Beatles had included babies on the cover of Help! I suppose I might have been said infant, if they were so uncool as to take pix of some newborn Air Force brat in Texas. The best shot would have been one of me chasing a scorpion around the floor of our base housing.
I first voted in 1984, I believe I cast all 4 of my primary votes (we did it that way in CA that year, never again) for Gary Hart, after dithering about giving some to Jesse Jackson. Then of course I voted for Mondale and of course got trounced, as usual. (Mondale being, in retrospect, the lamest of quite a rouge’s gallery of lame Dems to vote for.)
BTW–in ‘88 I campaigned, not just voted for, Jackson all the way. (And we Jackson campaigners were at least half of the volunteers pushing for Dukakis in the fall, DLC mythology about Jackson being a spoiler quite to the contrary).
Man, I’ve never seen so many red blinking Lifeclocks in all my life.
i was told i was old while being smacked in the face with reminder of the sexual obsession of men in this culture with barely adult women.
An investigator I work with and I were stomping through the underbelly of tampa, fl trying to track down a witness in one of our cases. During our efforts we were trying to find her in a bunch of strip clubs near the industrial part of town. We had her booking photo with us to use to ask people if they had seen her. Her birthday was listed. She was born in 1978. We had one lovely manager tell us that there is no way she wd ever be working at his place being that she was born before 1980 and that most of the “girls” dancing there were born in 1989. nice. apparantly, as i was born in 1979, tampa men wd be horrified to see me naked. we shd’ve checked inside to see if the derb was hanging out.
Mark, I was born the year you first voted.
I remember the really early modems - I was the first kid in my school to have internet access at home, but before that my dad had a modem for connecting to something at work. I hardly remember it now, I think it was 1987 because alot of my earliest memories are in that year, just him explaining what that weird looking boxy thing with all the lights was… “it lets my computer talk to the computer at work”.
Oh, internets.
Ahhhh. I can so tell that if I ever get my act together and get my teaching degree finished off, my first year of teaching is going to touch off a major mid-life crisis.
As it is, I’m going to be reliving junior year of high school this year - my wife and I are hosting an exchange student from Nigeria and he’s taking American History, American Lit, Chemistry & Physics.
Man, I’ve never seen so many red blinking Lifeclocks in all my life.
To the lurkers - incidentally, if you caught that reference, yous just went off, too.
Well, obviously not “the really early ones,” since I’d seen one 9 years before you were born, and I guess there was something like them, presumably even more clunky, a long time before that.
TRS-80s were in use in the Bay County (FL) Public Schools when I was in Jr High, say around 1978–the kind that recorded sound on cassette tapes for a memory, hard drives or even disks being unknown for such small computers. By the time I was in HS, the upgraded TRS-80s used great big floppy disks in cardboard or plastic envelopes (so they really were floppy, if you didn’t mind wrecking your data storage) and the word “modem” was in use outside of highfalutin’ military/industrial circles, but I forget if the school math lab computers ever actually used them. The IBM PC, with the Charlie Chaplin ads, came out during my HS senior year when I was shopping for colleges (as fall-back if I didn’t get into Caltech).
You can tell I didn’t belong at Tech by the fact that when we got the very first Macintoshes I took to them immediately and did as much writing, including lab write-ups, on them as technically possible. Actually the first one I ever saw was not in the House labs but the personal property of my friend Rahul Majahan (who since, unlike me, graduating with his Phys major has not only been published in physics journals with articles with words I don’t understand in the titles, (”N-branes,” for instance; I can guess what that means, but I’m just guessing…) but also has made a name for himself as a 9/11 skeptic and critic of the US global order in general, and ran as the Green candidate for governor of Texas back in 1998, I think. Rahul’s dad was a professor at Texas A&M or some other Texas university, maybe UT Austin. Rahul had a poster of Mao Zedong up in his dorm room, but he didn’t take to drugs at all well and stayed away from them, so let his example be a lesson to us all! Anyway, he had a Mac, which we abused with magnets. The first shipment of Macs for our House labs lacked mice; go figure. And they had the first “floppies” encased in the hard plastic shell with the metal doors to protect the disk, but the first batch of drives were incredibly bad-noisy and slow.
The thing that disturbs me is that thecurrent wave of new voters didn’t grow up with the knowledge that the entire world could end with all of 30 minutes warning if the USA and USSR decided to go to war. There was something about that knowledge that made one take international affairs a little more seriously. Now people are starting to think of nuclear weapons as simply things that make a *really* big kaboom, as opposed to the scythe of the apocalypse. That makes me nervous.
Yeah, I knew what an ICBM was in third grade, but it’s kind of nice these kids don’t have to grow up with the same kind of horror. Terrorism? P’shaw! Growing up with the scientists always moving their “Doomsday Clock” closer to midnight, with Ronnie rattling swords he didn’t even know existed, watching “The Day After”…I’m king of glad my students don’t live under that fear.
(You put the phone headset in a cradle and it actually squealed over the voice line audibly–well to anyone with normal hearing anyway; I am guessing that actually since I didn’t have hearing aids yet.)
Incidentally, this is called an “acoustic coupler.” It’s a relic of an age when most people’s phones were hard-wired into the wall, instead of using the modular plugs they use today.
Although - in the mid-90’s, before the heady days of Palm, Casio came out with a PDA that had a pop-out acoustic coupler that you were supposed to use at a payphone or something if you absolutely had to have the internet a payphone prices, I guess.
Man, I’ve never seen so many red blinking Lifeclocks in all my life.
To the lurkers - incidentally, if you caught that reference, yous just went off, too.
I’ve got another year!
Man, I’ve never seen so many red blinking Lifeclocks in all my life.
You know the old saying “Life begins at 40″?
They lied. You know you’re old when you start eating food based, even in part, on the action of your bowels.
What’s funny about it is the kid’s p3nis is still the same size.
That had me laughing my ass off. Oh, damn. Every so often my body says, “”Give me greens or I quit!”
Worst message my bowels ever gave me was in Amsterdam. I went out for indian food and ordered what I always order in the States, chicken vindaloo. You know you’re in trouble when your waiter says, “your a braver man than I; I can’t even eat that.”
Didn’t need to stop at a coffee shop that night because the spices made me high…and when I got home I didn’t leave for 16 painful hours.
A few years ago I went by the City and Carousel to have a look at the old place. Those New You treatments were creds well spent. A double lifetime it got me. Some red LEDs wedged under the old Lifecrystal, and no-one’s the wiser.
Okay, it’s the Dallas Apparel Mart, a sort of wholesale clothing mall, and about 10 years ago it was still…aw DAMMIT!
I was gonna visit there next Xmas and show the missus around.
There is no Sanctuary
The first time I felt old was when I was working part-time at a mall info desk and and Elvis Costello song came on over the Muzak. When EC is suddenly mainstream enough for Muzak, you know you are getting old (this was before satellite radio became really popular - now you can hear him almost constantly on XM).
The most recent? When I started dating a guy and discovered he was 7 years old when I graduated from high school. Yikes. Somehow, it doesn’t seem so dirty when you’re 35 and he’s 25, but 17 and 7? ERRRR…
I remember DC before the beltway and I remember listening to the Clash’s Combat Rock, on vinyl.
Oh, oh, this was another really old moment.
I was in the mall, and heard The Cars. In The Children’s Place. That’s when it smacked me right in the head - I am the demographic for a children’s clothing store. They are catering to me, child of the 80s, now known only as the purse-strings for grade-schoolers. Aaaaaa!!!
I have a 15 yr old daughter. I look at her and feel old. She begins 10th grade this year. 10th FREAKING GRADE!! “Who’s Def Leppard, Mom, and why are they worried about pouring sugar on people?” “What do you mean there were NO CELL PHONES::look of utter horror::?” “What’s a ‘rotary dial’?” “Hey, MOM! What’s an 8-track?” “You’re lying. There is no way girls could get their hair THAT big.” “Wow! Is Madonna really that old?” The first time I heard Motley Crue on the Classic Rock Station, I knew it was all over.
I graduated high school in 1989. In my first Presidential election, I voted for Clinton. The personal computer was brand new thing, the highlight of my computer class was being able to write a go to program. We didn’t take “Keyboarding” class, we took Typing. I was in 6th grade when John Lennon was shot and I cried. I remember President Ford bumping his head on AF1. (I was little, it was funny.) We watched the Dukes of Hazzard and Little House on the Prairie and thought that was great TV. I watched the debut of MTV and remember when they played Raspberry Beret by Prince (he was Prince then) every hour on the hour. Trivial Pursuit was cool–now it’s better known as Trivial Pursuit Classic Version.
God, I’m old.
But, do you remember Friday Night Videos?
Jeff, Yes! I loved watching those because we didn’t have cable (ahem). I think I figured out from one of your posts that I’m about 2 years older than you.
My oldest child graduated from high school this year. Those lists come out every year in e-mail about “what this years college freshman class doesn’t remember” and I guess my kids are a lot better informed than the stereotypical high school grad. But I did have my shocking moment the other day when my 13yo daughter asked who Marilyn Monroe was and I showed her a picture. Her response: “Oh, she looks like Gwen Stefani.” MY response: “No, Gwen Stefani TRIES to be Marilyn Monroe.”
As my mother often says (usually when I turn another year on the odometer of life), it’s not our birthdays that age us, it’s our kids’ birthdays.
Jeff, Yes! I loved watching those because we didn’t have cable (ahem). I think I figured out from one of your posts that I’m about 2 years older than you.
My oldest child graduated from high school this year. Those lists come out every year in e-mail about “what this years college freshman class doesn’t remember” and I guess my kids are a lot better informed than the stereotypical high school grad. But I did have my shocking moment the other day when my 13yo daughter asked who Marilyn Monroe was and I showed her a picture. Her response: “Oh, she looks like Gwen Stefani.” MY response: “No, Gwen Stefani TRIES to be Marilyn Monroe.”
As my mother often says (usually when I turn another year on the odometer of life), it’s not our birthdays that age us, it’s our kids’ birthdays.
I had this feeling old moment when I was in Iraq when I had this conversation with an 18-20 year old Marine who helped me set up my network accounts:
He totally lost me at “you’re older than my mother”. Yes, the first rule of hitting on a MILF is to never tell her that she’s older than your mother.
Just in case anyone needed something else to make them feel old: The newest character in the American Girl line is Julie, an American Girl from the 70’s.
yes, the 1970’s.
:)
I was taught how to use a slide rule in grade school…nuff said.
I was taught how to use a slide rule in grade school…nuff said.
Nothing illustrates the incredible changes the Digital Revolution has brought better than the fact that today’s calculators, costing 5 bucks or less, have more calculating capacity than the computers NASA used for the Apollo Program.
I guess I’ll start feeling old when I start complaining about those ignorant kids and their neuronal interfaces, who have never seen a screen, let alone a CRT, in their life
gad!
I am currently in grad school, but graduated from my undergrad in ‘97. This makes it so that I was among university friends when Kurt Cobain died. Now I TA classes where students consider that ‘historical’ and no one has seen M*A*S*H*.
“is that the war one??”, they ask.
gad!
“….and no one has seen M*A*S*H*.”
For some reason a couple of the teens that hang out at the library are huuuge M*A*S*H* fans. It’s a good show to be a fan of, I just find it kinda funny.
Isn’t “inevitable” rather more the word they should have used?In any event, it’s more a crossing of fields: music and literature. Kurt Cobain is just Holden Caulfield with songwriting talent and a shotgun he really shouldn’t have been dumb enough to buy.
I’m pretty sure the fetus from Miracle of Life is in its early 20’s now.
It must be interesting to be able to tell people that you were the world’s youngest child star.
By the way, as my name suggests, I’m too young to feel old. I was born in 1992, and I apologize.
If it makes you feel any better, I’m jealous of you guys, as you have all this stuff you get to remember, such as slide rules and 8-tracks. The most I get is that I can remember when Nickelodeon cartoons were a lot cooler and cell phones were all gray and nondescript.
I’m sorry, Youngster, do cell phones come in different colours now?
In any event, it’s more a crossing of fields: music and literature. Kurt Cobain is just Holden Caulfield with songwriting talent and a shotgun he really shouldn’t have been dumb enough to buy.
Buy? Not five minutes after hearing about Cobain, I was making a list of musicians who should be sent shotgunsa as gifts…
The first piece of music I ever owned was Sesame Street Fever, on 8-track. I was so proud.
8-track? oh ya…you put the tape in and then use a match book to wedge the cartridge in just the right angle so the damn thing will play. That 8-track?