Well, I'm an old man.



"Have you ever, like, listened to this band called Nirvana?"

A girl that I assume to be about fifteen was wearing a Nirvana shirt in the store today. My old benchmark for me being old was how long ago the the movie Batman came out (18 years ago this summer, depressing, eh, fellow gen-xers?). My new watershed date is the fact that Kurt Cobain was murdered committed suicide in April of 1994. Thirteen years.

13 years ago I was in the seventh grade. This empty headed little tart in Nirvana t-shirt was two years old then. I was watching horrified as the story poured out of Kurt Loder's mouth on MTV news while this little poser was pooing her pants. Man, that shit is fucked up.

So it made me feel really super fucking old. I'm no huge Cobain fan or anything... I like their band pretty well, I suppose. It didn't mean for me what it meant for a lot of people, I guess, but I really liked them at the time. When it came out, In Utero was one of the hardest non-metal albums I'd ever heard. I bought it with a gift card to Best Buy that my Uncle Dave got me for my birthday. Back in "those days" every disc at BB was $11.99 or less. That was their whole deal. Back when I actually used to buy cds. HA! CDs.

I guess that's how people my parents age feel when I talk about how I think that Neil Young's "After the Gold Rush" is one of the best albums ever. Old.
- posted by Mason @ 11:36 PM