Saturday, February 20, 2010


Some days are like this. I awoke with all sorts of strange ideas.

If, one day, I find myself elderly and in the rest-home (don't bet heavily on either of those) can I still listen to the Sex Pistols?

Will hard rock bands come to entertain us? In the morning?

Will kids think punk is old-fogey music?

Will fashion come full-circle and I'll wind up being attended by cute young nurses named Agatha, Ethel and Mildred?

What will the rest-home be like when it is full of Tuckers, Tylers, Britneys, and Madisons?

Why would it seem so horribly wrong for a man to cover the Divinyls' I Touch Myself ?

What is wrong with me, anyway?

Do normal people wake up in this condition?

Do I need a new mattress?

I think I might need a new mattress. Or something.

Very Truly Yours,




Thumbelina said...

There is nothing wrong with you but you might need a new mattress. It's the quills y'know. ;0)
Cute observations. I think about some of those too. Especially names.

Unknown said...

LOL, the name thing is so telling!

Hilary said...

Too funny. And I don't even want to think about what all those tattoos will look like by then...

Thanks for the smiles. :)

Suldog said...

Someday, there will be a musical backlash, the like of which may drive guys like you and me into an early (relatively) grave. Once most of the parents in the world like punk, grunge, rap, hip-hop, metal, and other more aggressive forms, the kids will start making Muzak. At which point, if I'm still alive, I'll wish I wasn't.

lime said...

i am soooo glad i am not the only one who has such strangely plaguing thoughts.