Looking forward to Friday night, and going to see the reformed Crowded House in concert*. You remember them, don't you? You know, they did that song about the weather. And the other one that went "hey now, hey now, don't dream it's over". Like almost every other band who broke up ten or twenty years ago, they're back. Which is great news for me, because I thought I'd missed my chance to see them play live.
The problem I have is that, when I mention this to many of my younger co-workers, their level of enthusiasm is less than might be hoped for. In fact, zero. Not because they have anything against Crowded House, but because they are too young to remember them from the first time around. "But they only broke up a mere ten years ago," I'll say. "Yes, when I was a mere twelve years old," they'll reply. Dammit. It makes me feel so old.
* All-seated, naturally. I'm not one for this "standing-up" nonsense.
2 comments:
Why, not only do I remember them, but I remember when they were just a passel of Kiwi kids in Split Enz. I probably know the discography of S.E. better than C.H., as a matter of fact.
Ah, the good ol' days.
Now I'm tempted to look up what they look like these days, but that always makes me feel as old as the celebrities look.
I know the feeling. I'm now working with people who literally could be my kids. I'd have been a young father, but still.
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