Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
You know you’re old when . . .
. . . the supermarket plays a muzacked version of the stuff you liked in college. I thought it was bad the first time I heard Yes’s “Roundabout,” the Muzack Edition. But The Clash, “Rock the Casbah”? So depressing.
When I hear a muzacked version of Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer,” I hope someone will put me out of my misery. And quickly.
More. Later. Gotta work on the Thirteen.
D.
I heard a popified version of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in the mall one day a few years back. The girl singing it took care to enunciate every single word. Somehow it’s not remotely the same song without all that slurring and fuzzy guitar noizzzze.
I was getting a haircut last night, and joked with my wife that I was going to have my hair done like Robert Smith.
“I don’t know who that is, ” said the stylist.
It was at that point that I realized that she was probably about the same age as The Boy when The Cure last had a hit worth noting…