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34 next Sunday.
Mudhoney Forever.

andyman wrote:

Ty Webb wrote:Turned 36 a week ago today. For the first time in my life, I beginning to feel my past shenanigans catching up with me.

Jesus, you don't look it.

Thanks, andy. I'm well-preserved (read: pickled).


Thanks, sparky! It was a good birthday: big dinner, mojitos, and High On Fire. Can't beat it.

33.

I feel stupid enough looking back at what I wrote here a couple/few years ago. I can't even imagine if I was here when I was 20 - 25. I'm glad I only showed up here shortly before I turned 30.

30 with the hair line of a 60yr old. Next thing I'll be buying a Riviera just to go to the golf course.
Mudhoney, yes Alice in Chains, yes Slint, yes Rites of Spring. NO Captain and Tennille!

I am 34. Unbelievable. So all this comes from the perspective of somebody who hooked on music in mid to late 1980s. Excuse me please for liking some of U2, Midnight Oil and Simple Minds.

I was smarter at 24.

Christ, this place has more old people than a Post Office queue. I'm in fear of catching old.

just turned 32 - my username is my birthday

simmo wrote: May I refer you to this thread?

Old men who feel deep down that they have failed are the worst company EVER.

I am really, really, really glad to have survived into my late-30s. I am also really glad that I accepted the fact that I never sold a bazillion records and got to be a Big Famous Rock Star™. Otherwise it might have been me making an ass out of myself in the Fred Mangan guitars thread.

Getting older doesn't mean getting wiser, I guess. Here are some things it has meant to me:
- I finally have my money situation kind of squared away. I can buy nice drums now and I get to play them in front of people. And people even tell me they enjoy it. Bless!

- What were the other things Simmo said he hoped for?

simmo wrote:I feel I can see where I'm headed. I intend to get fatter, happier, and better with money. And wear slippers. And learn more about cooking.

All this and achy knees, too!

- I get to take vacations to strange and foreign lands. Like Brighton. Salut!

- In the studio, I can say things like "I feel fairly certain that your piccolo snare isn't going to sound good on this song" and the young guys say "If you say so..." Just because I haven't died yet! Get old! People start listening!

Today is my 49th birthday.

Tonight, I'm going out to eat a Bengal Tiger steak with a gold and truffle reduction. I will have it carried out by a team of albino dwarves on a platter made of diamonds. Each dwarf will have a 24karat gold platter-hat on his head piled with lines of Peruvian flake and highly-refined Heroin. That's for after-dinner. I wish you could all be invited, but I cannot divulge the location due to the endangered status of the tiger meat.

I'm 37 soon. And life couldn't be better.

I think my twenties was the time I disliked the most.