43 here, and I don’t have any memory of the Morris Day song, but the Steve Miller one? Absolutely. As a parent of 2 teens, I love to see the looks of shock and horror as I regale them with tales of growing up with 3 TV stations, no such thing as the internet, and when McDonalds was the only fast food around. You’d think I was talking about growing up with a horse and buggy.
What sealed the deal for me was going to a concert on a weeknight a few months ago. Getting up the next morning and going to work was perhaps the most painful thing I’ve had to do in years. I didn’t just feel tired, I felt Old.
Yeah, the Grateful Dead recorded that in what, 1970?
Hey, I covered this way back in post 18.
I do think **lieu ** was joking though.
::Quietly backs a tan jumpsuit, battered fishing hat and Velcro sneakers to send to Sauron::
Here ya’ go, old-timer. I’ll send the Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt, plaid Bermuda shorts, black socks and brown loafers in the spring. You’ve reached that time in your life when you should never pass up a bathroom, never waste a hard-on and never trust your farts.
Oh man, I completely missed that.
Quite obviously, I appreciate your perspective. 
You expect me to remember that at 7:30 in the morning, before my coffee has kicked in? :dubious:
Indeed. A full eight years before I was born.
Neener neener neener! 
Of course not, we know how much older you are then all of us not young anymore folks. 
Hey, thanks! I needed a spare outfit; mine gets worn on Saturdays, and on Sunday afternoons I have to switch to sweatpants and a button-down shirt.
Uh-oh, wait a minute …
No, you have not gone senile.
As for “Jungle Love”, I am 35 and immediately thought of Steve Miller. Although after YouTubing the Morris Day version, I remember that song as well (I just didn’t know what it was called). I have been looking to funkafy my iTunes collection so maybe I’ll add it.
I don’t really feel old, but I was at a college networking thing in the city the other day and it’s funny talking to younger college students and seeing how their experiences were different from mine. First of all, we didn’t have the internet or any real email (you could dial in to some UNIX mainframe or whatever if you had a nerd on your floor). We didn’t have cell phones. I explained to them that when we met a girl, we had to look her up in the meat book (the actual paper facebooks, of which Facebook is named after) and then call her on the “stupid tobacco-smoke yellow-stained phone with the red flashing ‘voicemail waiting’ light”. They still have the same phones but because of cell phones it usually sits idle in their dormroom. I’m all like “we didn’t have no interweb or iSpace or whatever you kids use. We had to pick up girls the old-fashioned way - drunk at 1:00am at some fraternity house.”
If it makes you feel any better, one of the few people with whom I socialise at work is 25. I am 35. One day, I mentioned getting a random friend request on Myspace from a 35 year old female in Nashville and how I am sure the person must know me based on that information. The co-worker looked at quizzically and then said “oh, crap, I keep forgetting how old you are!” Bitch.
I sometimes pee when I laugh. My mother told me that comes with old age.
I’m 37. 
FWIW, I thought of both Jungle Loves.
No, it usually comes with a condition called “dropped bladder,” which can be fixed in a fairly routine surgery. Ask your gynecologist.
I can’t believe nobody’s jumped in with a quick Jay quote:
“It’s Morris Day and the Mother Fuckin TIIIIIIME!”
That is all.
FWIW when we went and saw Prince two years ago the opening band was Morris Day and the Time and they were completely unannounced. The place went nuts when they came out and there was some white boy dancing happening in my section for damned sure.