:: theMediaman journal ::

:: Monday, August 20, 2001 ::

Justice comes back and bites me in the bum.

For a few years I've been mocking my older brothers, friends and co-workers about their music. When "Retro-80's" hit and every album included a copy of Devo's "Whip It", I could be found pointing and laughing at my five-to-ten-year elders.

"You know that you're getting old when your music is considered Retro" I said to Howie at Fed Hall during my first year at UW. The joy was not so much in pointing out his premature geriatric condition as much as reminding myself that I am currently enjoying that point in my life that will some day be considered "retro".

Five years have passed and - anticipating the collapse of my cast-iron forged, protective state of youth - I have resorted to a few last moments of enjoyment. Watching the 80's fad pass, I mock my older brothers by pointing out that "their music" isn't even considered retro anymore.

"That's how you know that you're REALLY getting old" I proudly state.

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Flash forward to the present:::
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.....Driving back from dinner with the folks and some cousins located somewhere on the family tree (still unsure where), I had Edge 102.1 cranked. I had four cushions filling up the rear half of my Escort hatchback, so the muffling requires maximum blast to hear even a peep of Nirvana's glory. The KLF comes on with their 1990 hit "3 A.M. Eternal". Rocking down Bathurst I reminisce about the days when I used to listen to this song - spun by DJ-of-choice, Tarzan Dan - on a radio station that has since gone over to exclusively news and claims of regular traffic reports "on the 'ones'".

It hit me.

Sunday nights on Edge 102 are when they broadcast "Retro Night" from Whiskey Saigon. The daggers I once threw at my semi-elders have reacted as boomerangs. Catching me unaware, I'm struck hard in the noggin. I say a nasty word I wouldn't repeat in front of my mother. I cry for 20 minutes.

I've entered my mid-twenties crisis.

:: Stephen 1:06 AM [+] ::

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