Age
Moments in Love commented today on Youth Decay on Sleater Kinney's last album All Hands on the Bad One (a smashing 81/100 score by the critics, I thought it was ok, but nothing special). It reminded me of something I almost forgot. It is my birthday today. 38. The numbers get weirder and weirder. I have not yet been accustomed to that figure. I liked 37 as three times 37 is 111, a Schnapszahl as we call it. Before I liked 32 because of 32 bit processing.
It is strange with birthdays. The first ones you do not even realize. Between 5 and 18 you are really keen to get one year older. Then between 19 and 29 you do not really care anymore for birthdays. From 30 to 36 or something I was afraid of my birthday. I did not want to become older, become an old grown-up. But from the last birthday on I am back to my twenties. I do not care anymore. What is age? It is about the only thing you get for free in this world (except its consumption, i.e. death of course).
So I have also asked myself the question why I still buy at least two indie rock cd's per week like a teenager or twenty-something. Maybe I am still catching up as I only started serious record buying in 1991. Before it was mainly books. Maybe it makes me younger. Whatever. See you tomorrow. Now I have to take care of the guests.