coryonomics

Let Love Rule pops up on my ipod playlist and I groove mindlessly while riding in my very untricked out Honda Element. As I look in my rear view mirror to see Sydney, my happy 16 month old, shaking her head along with the car tunes, I notice the cheerios, goldfish crackers, and a herd of pacifiers resting in the various car nooks and crannies. That is when it happened. In the middle of the anti-kenny G sax solo, I realize... (sigh) his album is 20 years old. I own a 20 year old copy of this album. I have had this album for 20 years. I am 20 years older now... My 20 year high school reunion is almost here! When did this happen?
I suddenly realized that I remember when I was about 8 years old and I was listening to my dads "old" records... Buddy Holly, Elvis Presley, Beach Boys (Pet Sounds), and thinking the only place I hear this music is on the "oldies station"... that music was only 20 years old then... if that! Then yesterday, when most of my hairs are being cut I see a flurry of white hairs descend gracefully to the reverse cape I am wearing. I could almost hear each one of them sing song to me "you're not as young as you think you are" and then, aside from the fact that every once in awhile she has to tweezer out this one insanely long eyebrow hair (what's the deal with that), it's WHITE! But wait there's more. About 3 weeks ago, the pianist (that I hired, so he'd better watch it) looks at me and says, "did you know you have a white hair IN your EAR". Listen, I'd didn't ask for that. Why would I look in my ear for a hair... I'm not old... I mean my dad didn't start using "Just For Men" hair color until he was old and he was... Oh Crap!
But let's top this off, shall we? Last night, I am rehearsing our band and choir for Sunday AM. After we're done, this freshmen in college sits at the piano and starts playing a little "Train", and if you don't know who that is then you're older than me. Well, no one knows what she's playing except for me. I'm feeling a little proud of myself. Not so old after all. (yes I know its just Train, shut up) but she looks at me and says, "how do you know who this is and Katie (another 19 year old) doesn't" In other words... you're old, why do you know music.
My response... i didn't have one, except to say, This album still holds up and Lenny can still rock better than most of these airy waif bands that come out today. As Lenny says, "it ain't over till it's over" and considering most of the good rock-n-roll out there is created and produced by people over 30, I ain't that worried.