Am I getting old or what? It takes me forever to piss. I look at every young person and want to yell at them to put on jeans that fit. Skinny jeans? Really? Especially the guys. It looks like shit. Facial piercings. Come on! Reserved for real punks or people that have been maming themselves for years. Your lip piercing looks like you have eaten a fish hook. The saucers in the ears. Fuck, enough already. Sorry was at the mall twice this week.
Music. What is it with the music of today? Here ajust a few of the bands that released albums this year. Kesha, Shout Out Louds, Broken Bells, MGMT, Broken Social Scene, and Vampire Weekend, just too name a few. I listen to KROQ in the morning and immediately turn the station after Kevin and Bean. The music is just unlistenable. Crappy synths and re hashed turds. Sorry emo douches your music sucks. R&B, rap and hip hop are a joke. James Brown, Marvin Gaye, Run DMC, Sugarhik Gand, NWA and the Beastie Boys should bee looking at what is there today and say, what happened to what we created. Sorry, that music is sooooooooooo played out. It sickens me that there is no good rock music in the Billboard Top 10 anymore. Read Rolling Stone and see what music is top of all the charts. I miss music.
I may be getting to the point where I ant to yell at kids to get off my lawn adn spray them with a hose, if I had a lawn. When I go into shops like Hot Topic, I fell like a lifetime has passed me by and kicked dirt on me along the way. I can remember when MTV played videos and the Video Music Awards were for videos actually played on the channel. I remeber cassette tapes and vinyl albums. I remeber walkman, having to take your film to the drugstore to have pictures developed. I remember Atari 2600, Wayne Gretzky, Joe Montana, Tony Gwynn, Magic Johnson and Al Unser Sr. Thank you reading my rant.
This is a blog that enables me to just spew about what I like, dislike and just a general release area for me. I am a boring middle aged guy with a wonderful wife and an adorable son. He is the light of my existence. I will blog about anything ie: life, sports, music, old school wrestling, life in my town as I see it and general crotchety outlook on the world.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Am I Getting Old?
Strange stuff this week. I walked into Henry's Market this week. For those that do not know Henry's, it is a boojie market similar to Trader Joe's but lower on the food chain than Gelson's or Bristol Farms. Anyhoo, I am walking through the produce are and saw something rather frightening. I saw FRESH ingredients for holiday fruit cake. Am I so old that I can remeber fruit cake being a punchline in every sitcom and knowing that it was a gift from every old relative or quasi family member or friend that felt obliged to get your family gift. Some were even considered better if they were spiked with rum. But, in all, they were nasty, shitty and just bad. So it creeped me out that there was a display and people were actually checking it out and entertaining the thought of creating the beast. Jeeebus!
My other getting old thing is that I will be getting a hearing aid. Funny, as I right this I am grooving to Black Label Society with my old school headphones. Screw the ear buds. Anyway, my hearing has been getting worse and worse over the last 10 years. It got to the point that my 3 year old monster was getting tired of me saying "What?", he now just walks away when I ask him to repeat himself. Tlak about being bummed. Amy just rips for not listening, not true I say, well maybe. So, thanks to all of the concerts and drag racing and loud stereos without using protection, I am no oficially old. So, no I may be able to hear my dad fart a few miles away. I guess that already happens, as anyone who knows him can attest to. So, getting old sucks.
My other getting old thing is that I will be getting a hearing aid. Funny, as I right this I am grooving to Black Label Society with my old school headphones. Screw the ear buds. Anyway, my hearing has been getting worse and worse over the last 10 years. It got to the point that my 3 year old monster was getting tired of me saying "What?", he now just walks away when I ask him to repeat himself. Tlak about being bummed. Amy just rips for not listening, not true I say, well maybe. So, thanks to all of the concerts and drag racing and loud stereos without using protection, I am no oficially old. So, no I may be able to hear my dad fart a few miles away. I guess that already happens, as anyone who knows him can attest to. So, getting old sucks.
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