I'm constantly noticing signs that I'm getting old*. All the Red Sox rookies are younger than me, I think the kids these days are degenerates, and WBRU's "retro lunch" is completely comprised of singles that I distinctly remember being "screamers of the week" (new music). And today I ran across a good one:
Greg, he writes letters, and burns his CDs, they say you were something in those formative years.
That's a line from Tori Amos's "Pretty Good Year" on
Under The Pink (wow, I just listened to that cd all the way through. So, so good.) First, I remember listening to that album in junior high school, which I'm pretty sure was in fact a lifetime or two ago. Second, and hopefully more interesting to you than the musical taste of a 13 year old, is the fact that "burning cds" has a completely different meaning nowadays. The line in that song almost conveys the opposite of what Tori was going for there. Crazy.
* I'm 26, so yes, I realize I'm coming off as a brat to anyone born earlier than the late 70s. Sorry.
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26, huh? Ahhh, the good old days!
I always hated the screamer of the week. And more than anything I hated the scream that preceded the actual song. I can’t even remember the last time I listened to the radio when it wasn’t tuned to NPR, how’s that for old!
under the pink was one of the first cds i bought, along with one by Jon Secada.
and i remember NPR when it was actually liberal, how’s that for old?