Walking to the station this morning.
The Chemical Brothers banging away in my earphones. I was striding along. Pumping bass. Deafening synth chords.
But, it was all a bit… loud.
I got to thinking, “Is this the music I need to hear?”
“Am I really enjoying these hyper dance sounds at 8.30am on a beautifully tranquil English summer morning?”
Half of me was saying, “Yeh. Sure. I’m down with the block-rockin beats.”
However, a significant part of me was also saying, “Call that music? It’s a bloody racket.”
I am a 40-something straddling two halves of my being.
I do like the music!
I feel young, vibrant, in-tune. Ready for action.
But.
If I turned off the music I could hear the tweety birds singing in the whispering trees.
Middle-age cred?
Or middle-age dread?
Still one of my favourite albums
And this guy Still got the moves
the crone 