I’m not far behind you Martin, and still got that Gen X album, even if I haven’t listened to it for a while!
While you’ll always be teenaged Martin generously taking me off to my first “proper” punk gig at Wapping, you’re also the older Martin exploring the world in different ways. I can like both.
I loved living the immediacy and strength of young life, but I like the reflection and memories, and maybe even a bit of wisdom, that all those intervening years of experience have given. Still out there living, experiencing, arguing the toss, thinking and trying to get things right.
I will turn 60 in a few months. I resolutely refuse membership in the Boomer generation. That's my parents' club. Falling into the seam between two identities is my mode of being, apparently.
I love Range Life, too, but I first heard it at 30. It was recorded when Stephen Malkmus was 28, and I remember thinking, "why is he out on his skateboard in the humming night when he's pushing 30? Grow up!" Now I think back on that severe judgment and wonder what sort of person I was then. (Even then I no longer had a full head of hair.)
I still love William Burroughs, Samuel Beckett, etc, but it's Montaigne I keep on my bedside table. That's a change. For the inevitable bouts of insomnia. Some things never change.
I’m not far behind you Martin, and still got that Gen X album, even if I haven’t listened to it for a while!
While you’ll always be teenaged Martin generously taking me off to my first “proper” punk gig at Wapping, you’re also the older Martin exploring the world in different ways. I can like both.
I loved living the immediacy and strength of young life, but I like the reflection and memories, and maybe even a bit of wisdom, that all those intervening years of experience have given. Still out there living, experiencing, arguing the toss, thinking and trying to get things right.
Loving this blog, always a pleasure to read!
I will turn 60 in a few months. I resolutely refuse membership in the Boomer generation. That's my parents' club. Falling into the seam between two identities is my mode of being, apparently.
I love Range Life, too, but I first heard it at 30. It was recorded when Stephen Malkmus was 28, and I remember thinking, "why is he out on his skateboard in the humming night when he's pushing 30? Grow up!" Now I think back on that severe judgment and wonder what sort of person I was then. (Even then I no longer had a full head of hair.)
I still love William Burroughs, Samuel Beckett, etc, but it's Montaigne I keep on my bedside table. That's a change. For the inevitable bouts of insomnia. Some things never change.