tygerbright: (and that’s my favorite Blake poem, ever!)
First, forgive my just disappearing on you. I was having a personal existential crisis, during which I was convinced that no one loved me, and I should never go online again. I got over it.
Now, then – what specifically happened is that I have a housecleaning client & friend who is a remarkable man in his 70’s. He tells me that he had a motorcycle and went to all kinds of concerts in the 1960’s. He said that he always liked intense music.
Meanwhile, I recently re-discovered a band I used to like a lot (–just like you said – I do that too) called Nine Inch Nails. Mainly because they have released an album for free this year which I downloaded for the hell of it; the album knocked me out, much to my surprise. It’s got some real strong tunes on it. (and no whining.) Also, he’s got an amazing set of guys behind him.
So, I was talking to my friend about intensity in music, and passion, and he said that thing about hormones.
Honestly, I think what’s really scaring me is the irrational fear that someday my tastes (and, in my mind, my personality along with it) will go all bland. I used to think about that a lot – like, when us punks are in the old folks’ home, what will we be like? Will we be playing pranks on the nurses and drinking beer, trying to smoke our Geritol, sitting in the corner muttering “gabba gabba hey”? --Or, will we mysteriously metamorphose into “easy listening”, Lawrence Welk-watching, no-fun-having oldsters?
Yeesh, I’m probably offending countless beloved Dopers with the paragraph above. I would never say it if it weren’t actually going through my head. Is it just too far a leap from Procol Harem to Nine Inch Nails? Does testosterone influence things like headbanging? Should I invest in those K-Tel albums now?