Tonight I’m going to party like it’s 1999.
It’s been a long December, but there’s reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last…
Very few people are now alive who remember the 18th of April in '75.
Hey, that’s my birthday!
What the heck are you talking about?
So you think '21 is going to be a good year?
Could be good for me and her, but you and her, no, never!
Jefferson Starship -Blows against the Empire (1970)
‘Twas on the twenty third of June
When I was sitting all at my loom
In a bush there was a thrush
And the song he sang was the Jug of Punch
Fa de la de lay …
But now the days are long;
I’m in the Autumn of my years.
September 21st, 1957-my birthday.
'Nuff said. 
Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life,
Son of a woman and a man who lived in strife