Imagine that
I’ve been on a Beatles kick lately. In actuality, it’s a Beatles kick-lite, since I’m resorting to Pandora’s Beatles radio station-so I only get ~65% Beatles songs (group + Lennon/Paul/George solo efforts). Either way, it’s some pretty good shit, both lyrically and musically. So what else have I been missing, you ask? Great question. By random happenstance, I found myself watching They Drive by Night (1940) the other night, an old-school reel co-starring (among other actors that my parents would probably recognize), Humphrey Bogart. And, just like with the Beatles, I was thoroughly entertained by the time the credits rolled.
Imagine that. Music three decades old, movies almost 70 years old…I like aged Scotch and will pay the extra $3 for a case of beer that actually tastes good. I opt for steel bicycle frames over the latest carbon fiber craze. Rusty free weights trump their cable/rubberized descendants, worn-in Levis win over my G-Stars. Reruns of Saved by the Bell/Fresh Prince/Full House/Charles in Charge never fail to entertain. I don’t own an iPod nor do I know how to use iTunes. I consider cursive a lost art, much like chivalry. I scoff at Miley (a 16 year old, mind you) as she sings about partying in Hollywood and wearing stilettos, pole-dancing and rubbing herself to the pleasure of ‘tweens and their moms across the world. Oh, and fuck the wildcat, a solid drop-back passer can always win you a football game.
I admire progressive values and open-mindedness when it comes to love, life, religion, and ice cream flavors. So when nostalgia starts kicking in, I’ve decided that finding the optimal balance is the key to happiness and a fulfilling life. How do you find that balance? I have no clue.
In other words, I’ve failed to resolve anything…Imagine that.
I’ve got nearly 25 years on this little guy, but after a few hours of Texas football-watching and trick or treating, we were one in the same:
*Love me some CWalken*