This is a fantastic article about 30-40 somethings who act like they're 22. But not what 22 was when THEY were 22, but what 22 is now. In other words, annoying fuckers who won't grow up.
http://newyorkmetro.com/news/features/16529/index.html
The Grup Music, or the Brand-new Sound of Twenty Years Ago Once upon a time, pop culture, and in particular pop music, followed a certain reliable pattern: People listened to bands, like the Doobie Brothers or Cream or Steely Dan, that their Frank Sinatra–loving parents absolutely despised. Then these people had kids, and their kids became teens, and they started listening to bands, like the Clash or Elvis Costello or Joy Division, that their Cream-loving parents absolutely despised. And, lo, the Lord looked down and saw that it was good, and on the eighth day, He created the generation gap.
And then these Clash-listening kids grew up and had kids of their own, and the next generation of kids started listening to music, like Franz Ferdinand and Interpol and Bloc Party, that you might assume their parents would absolutely despise. Except it doesn’t really work that way anymore. In part, because how can their parents hate Interpol when they sound exactly like Joy Division? And in part, because how can their parents hate Bloc Party when their parents just downloaded Bloc Party and think it’s awesome and totally better than the Bravery!
What does it mean that I listen to the Clash, Elvis Costello, and Joy Division? That I'm really 40 trying to be 22 or that I'm 25 trying to be 40 trying to be 22? because I can't fucking stand interpol.
