Life After 50?

I’ve reached one of those milestones today. Just like all the milestones before it: 18, 21, 30, 40…. it seems it’s arrived to fast.  So now I’m in that category you find on questionnaires… 50+. Somewhere between now and death! Eeek!   I suppose I’m also eligible for cheaper car insurance, Saga holidays, and the target audience for those health insurance policies you see advertised on daytime TV. Super!

Although I obviously have no opportunity to change the outward ageing process, I shall remain young on the inside……

  • I shall not be digging out my copy of Genesis’ 1976 album “Trick Of The Tail” and lamenting Peter Gabriel’s departure from the band, even though I remember it like it was yesterday.
  • I shall not be looking through my ticket stubs from gigs of my University years…. Echo & The Bunnymen, Teardrop Explodes, Stiff Little Fingers, The Cure, The Fall, U2, New Order, Orchestral Maneovers In The Dark, Cocteau Twins…. and remembering how I would pickup crappy C90 cassette bootlegs afterwards.
  • Nor shall I be digging out my photos from the 1984 “Support The Miners” gig by The Smiths at the GLC and lamenting the lack of political conviction of the yoof of today.

Instead I shall be looking forward to new musical genres that have not been invented yet – some of which will probably have the word “dub” in them – and rejoicing.  Music is even more vibrant and immediate today than it has ever been.  Don’t be over 50 in your musical tastes. Don’t grow up!