Last night I saw Pink in concert. She was great - sexy, sassy, and has her finger on the political trigger... but I've never felt so old and washed up in all my days. I was surrounded by a thousand teenage girls screaming at decibel levels only dogs could hear, directly into my eardrum. It's all cool though. Eighteen hours later and it is now merely a dull rumble. If nothing else, it blocks out my wife moaning about me not doing the dishes - again.
When did music become the domain of people half my age? How long have I been past it? I mean, I'm hip enough to appreciate a talent like Pink's, but also retro enough to know the family tree she swings from. Music is as much about what has gone before as what is happening now, but do these young groupies know anything about that?
They like her style, her fashion, and the fact that she sprinkles the F word into a few of her songs, but I'll wager my left nut they know very little about music pre-2004. To them, music begins and ends with a four-piece boyband and furry knee-high boots (preferably not on the one act), and if I hear one more dance track which has stolen it's bass line from the 80's I'm going to kick some serious ass.
Am I serious? Do I make a valid point? Or is this just a rant from a bitter and twisted thirty-something?