The good ones always go too soon. I will hate Brutus til the day he dies for what he did to JC.
Over the past couple weeks I’ve brought up the following a few times in conversation, and it makes me realize that at some point I stopped being youthful. High school chums, this hits you too.
In high school, I used to look at musicians like Iggy Pop, Joey Ramone, Ozzy, etc and think how crazy old they were to still be rocking like that. (They were in their late 40s and early 50s)
Flash forward to now. Flea, Anthony Kiedis, Mike Ness are 50. Tim Armstrong is 47. Billy Corgan is only 45. Kurt Cobain would be 46. Eddie Vedder is 48. At some point, the musicians of my youth became Iggy Pops (especially those shirtless RHCPs) – and even They Might Be Giants are 52+.
I introduced the younger brothers to the awesomeness of Beavis and Butthead for the Sega Genesis tonight. And Mutant League Football. Gwar basically made it into both games we played tonight. I’ve spent several all-nighters during my youth farting and burping my way through town finding those Gwar ticket pieces. And I’ve bribed many a referee in my day just to watch the other team kill him. And now a new generation can too.