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Warning: This post is long, illogical, self-indulgent and lacks narrative.
I cannot remember where I heard this piece of dialog, but it haunts me. It went a little something like this:
(Sounds of ‘Hotel California’ in the background)
Dad: I grew up with The Eagles.
Son: So I grew up with The Eagles too.
Dad: So when The Eagles came [...]
For ages I have resisted the idea of going to concerts at which (often reformed) bands I grew up with play their greatest hits on their Superannuation Tours, to audiences comprised largely of forty-somethings trying to remember what it was like to be a teenager. I generally try to look forward, so have shunned this [...]