mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (04/04/84)
I've been viewing this argument over age vs. rock with some bemusement and disinvolvement until today when I read somebody's description of himself as "too old" at 25... Shit, *I* am 25 and I sure don't feel like I have any BUSINESS defining myself as an adult or 'grown out of' anything... I do feel like some people OUGHT to feel too old to rock; I am really tired of seeing flabby middle-agers in spandex and 3-D glasses trying to keep up (one of my favorite jokes of recent times was seeing a bit of men and hats working, or working with hats, or whichever pop-slop band that was, (on tv) (no spandex, at least) wherein the singer, obviously an adult, went into a supposedly frenzied and spontaneous exhibition of vigorous 'noowave' dancing; flawed somewhat by his huffing and puffing and the EXTREMELY strained look on his features; his effort to look ever-so-caasual and exuberant merely reinforced his has-beenitude. Which is not to say that I think that at a certain age one becomes a was; merely that if you're going to drink a sixpack of tall beers and eat a pizza for supper every night, you're not going to look real good in tight designed-for-skinny-sixteen-year-olds clothes.. and you're not going to be able to dance like a dervish when you weigh 200 pounds either; and you won't look very androgynous with 5-o-clock shadow up to your eyes... What I think of the subject is not at all, ever, 'act your age' but 'look at yourself'; You won't ever learn to accept yourself if you don't ever check and see what you are actually like... and if you won't admit to being the way you are, looking ridiculous is about the BEST thing you can hope for. Anyway, back to the original idea... how can you be too old for ANYTHING at 25? Or for that matter, how can you be too old for anything, ever, unless it's a physical constraint? (witness spandex whines above for example of inescapable physical constraint). Then again, getting fat and lazy has nothing to do with how old you are. And of course, anybody my age who actually LIKES the moody blues (brakk!!! puke, puke! drivel!) hasn't got very far to go to get to Tom T Hall or Bobby Sherman. Gad. (shudder). Oh well. Three more days and I'm gone. mr(music is my life)mincemeat. (splendidly thin but not such a great dancer)