Comments on: 28 and Life to Go

By: matthew

matthew — Wed, 23 Feb 2005 20:43:27 +0000

ah, thank’s flynn, nice to know i have my own personal underminer.

chad, i totally have a yo la tengo button you could have to put on your bag and show off you’re new taste for the old bands you used to hate.

yesimstillajerk.

By: Shoun Flynn

Shoun Flynn — Wed, 23 Feb 2005 03:30:48 +0000

Just feeling the pains of age m’boy. Going in for glasses in the early morning tomorrow because I can’t see no more, and the gray hair is getting down right arrogant.

By: Chad

Chad — Wed, 23 Feb 2005 02:07:25 +0000

Seems like I touched a nerve, Flynn.

By: Shoun Flynn

Shoun Flynn — Wed, 23 Feb 2005 00:10:02 +0000

You’re not old yet buddy. Get to the tender age of 34 and recount how many times you’ve listen to a full Clash album within that year, my count so far: 0. Not in a full year man, can’t stand most bands anymore, give me my bop jazz and Wes Anderson soundtracks, Classical radio and baadassss motown, that’s about all I need really. Live it up while you have the shot buddy, when you hit 30 you might find yourself trying to recapture that youthful feel because you’re think you’re getting closer to the grave and guess what: you are. But fuck it man, these things happen and it’s not worth it to try and fool yourself that you can still run with the pack of newbies. Kids suck anyway. Look at Serban. This past weekend I went to the pub, got nicely twisted on scotch and complained about the music being too loud and kids hangin out on the bloody lawn that morning making too much noise while I’m trying to watch Mucha Lucha, that’s old jack. At least you’re still in your twenties. lates.

By: Chad

Chad — Tue, 22 Feb 2005 06:00:09 +0000

You certainly aren’t the only one! This weekend I sat at home and watched a documentary on Derrida while my friends went out and had fun. And that’s just sad.

By: bonnie

bonnie — Tue, 22 Feb 2005 04:31:02 +0000

I feel the same way. I used to dance on weeknights, listen to Skinny Puppy at top volume, and look down on those Emo.indie kids. Now I listen to Elliott Smith and write at night, instead of doing the hipster live show thing.

Maybe it’s age, maybe it’s laziness.

All I know, is your blog entry made me glad I wasn’t the only punk refugee.