On This Day in History, Part II

On March 18, A Long Time Ago, I was born.

They say that you're only as old as you feel and I feel OLD.

These days when I look to see who's on Conan or Letterman or Leno, I have to admit that nine times out of ten I've never even heard of the band guesting on the show.

And, that makes me feel old.

Time was when I knew all the bands' names and the music they played. What's worse is that most of the stuff I hear seems relentlessly vapid, predictable, boring, and oh yeah, B-O-R-I-N-G. What's up with all this ballady crap? Fine, I know I was always more inclined to stay away from the real popular stuff, but even the supposedly edgier stuff leaves me cold.

And, yes, I'm sure there's good stuff out there. And, yes, I know I sound like some "these kids with their darn music " old crab and I guess that's what I am. Like I said, I feel old.

So, get off my damn yard...and off my radio/PC/TV.

Here's to better musical times:


Me back when my most cherished possessions were mywhite go-go boots, my red & white polka dot suitcase-stylerecord player, and a stack of British Invasion 45's.


Me -- still with the polka dots --and when my most cherishedpossession was my pair of baby blue suede go-go boots(from the OLD Pittsburgh Press Sunday Magazine, circa 1980).