I thought this day was still far off....

This morning started out like any other. Woke up got ready for the day in about 10 minutes, and got into the car. Jamie has jury duty today so we were off to Brockton. On the way WBRU was the only station playing anything decent (not surprised; also WBRU is an alternative rock station). A new song came on and I realized that none of the lyrics actually made any sense. Like not a one. Ok well two lines in the whole song actually went together. At the same time I'm sitting there analyzing Alt-Rock. These two events have signaled something that I have been trying to avoid the realization of for a while now.

I'm getting old.

If I were to go back in time and ask myself in 7th-9th grade if I would ever analyze lyrics for music, I would have laughed at me. The fact that none of it made any sense is not anything new to alt-rock realizations I understand but before one of the things that drew me to the genre was that it sounded angry but not terrifying (heavy metal was scary when i was younger, Ok?) and it definitely wasn't the soft rock crap that my mother listened to. Indie music has never really made sense but it's alright I guess. Alt-rock was the one genre, when i began listening to the radio that made sense to me. So i had simply assumed that it would continue to provide that sort of comfort indefinitely. It's not my favorite genre but still, comfort is comfort.

"I think I'm getting old..."

"Why's that?"

"That set of song lyrics made no sense."

"What?"

"Listen to them!"

"O.k. maybe the first third of that made sense."

"So what, a whopping one sentence?"

It was decidedly too early to be having the conversation. With Jamie successfully dropped off at the courthouse, I made my way to the local Panera. Honestly this place is comfortable. not in the comfy chair aspect but the warm atmosphere and arguing old men kind. Maybe that's unique to hanging out at coffee shops. The older gents on the other side of the restaurant are arguing about everything from the retail and housing markets to the problem with "too much hope and not enough realism in these kids". I sit here pretty amused by it, secretly hoping that one day, I'll have a group of old friends that can sit at coffee shops with me and shoot the shit over a cup of coffee and a souffle.