Friday, January 23, 2009
IF YOU WANT TO GET AHEAD, GET A HAT
The scales have fallen from my eyes.
For the last couple of years, I've been under the impression that Barack Obama is in his late thirties.
On the day of his inauguration, I found out that he is in fact forty seven.
How could I have made this mistake? I know I live in my *own little world* but ... really ...
I should have known.
Barack Obama is a Bruce Springsteen fan.
A man who is forty seven would like Bruce Springsteen.
A man in his late thirties, however, would think that Morrissey's new album is a real return to form, from what they've heard of it.
A man who is thirty would be looking forward to Blur's reunion, and they were first in line to get the tickets to see them at Hyde Park.
A man who is fifty five would buy the most recent Neil Young album six months after it came out, inspired by the review in Uncut that says "all in all, not a classic, but a real statement of intent from the grizzled old buzzard."
Anyway, I'm relieved to find out that Barack Obama is older than me. It still lets me cling on to the last vestiges of hope that I'm not actually a grown up.
As I said over at Boz's's's', if the next Pope is younger than me, then I will be very sad indeed.
Labels: Aretha Franklin's hat takes over the world, Barack Obama, being old, grizzled old buzzards, return to form, the Pope, Uncut
