I had to work today -- one of the occupational hazards of being a cook. I work in an open kitchen, which means it's out where the customers can see me, and I them. The boss had on the superbowl, and when there were no customers around, and I was caught up on prep and cleaning, I got to watch parts of it -- inculding the halftime show. I Could barely hear it over the sounds of the kitchen, but I could see it.
Really? "My G-g-g-g-generation"? "Teenage Wasteland"? From The WHO? In 2010?
Note to Roger, Pete, et al:
You're GEEZERS! You're older than *I* am, and *I'M* a geezer. Ugh. you looked like a bunch of relics going through a prolonged midlife crisis. How embarassing. As one friend of mine put it, "...they should limit themselves to playing at their retirement home."
Or maybe Indian casinos. But for God's sake, don't tour, don't do the Superbowl, or the Grammies... if your best stuff was on the charts before today's teenagers were BORN, just live off the royalties and retire to Florida with some grace.
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