Watching the Paul McCartney Glastonbury set got me thinking…..
I’ve just turned 55, which traditionally was seen as reasonably old. However based on McCartney being 80, Brian Wilson the same and Dylan even older at 81, I could now become a Rock Star and still have a 25 year career out of it. Not bad I reckon – I bet those young pups would bite your hand off if you suggested they would last that long.
Now all I need is to learn an instrument (any suggestions?) and write some choons. What could possibly go wrong. Watch this space….
Any one else has any bright ideas this week ?
Don’t you also have to spend 10,000 hours learning, honing and mastering your craft?
You can bypass all those hours, just play the Gahoon.
If you can’t produce a tune with it, you can use it to nick petrol from your neighbours’ cars.
Tl;dr
What was up with advertisers back then, honestly.
This brings back fond memories of Gahoon Hero on the PS3. I could do Baker Street on Expert level.
Is The Light’s 55th tomorrow (mine was in March). She’ll be delighted to learn that she’s reasonably old.
I know what you mean though. Two things happened when I turned 50. I would sometimes find myself doing the mental arithmetic in my head, thinking that can’t right, and I started looking at pictures of other middle aged people and finding myself judging them on how old I would have guessed they were.
I’m 60, and often look at other people the same age and think “Jeez, do I really look that bad….?” The answer is probably yes.
Exactly! I looked at the Gustdian Blind Date column last Saturday and thought the 46 year old bloke looked more like 60 to me. God looks what he eould think I look like.
12 years ago, I went to my best man’s 40th birthday party, in the British Legion. Christ, we’ve reached that point in our lives. Of the old gang, everyone bar me was fat and bald. Turns out being A Ginger and having an IBD has done wonders for my overall look.
A question for Moosey – do Gingers go bald? My mop is just going a bit pepper-pot grey.
No serious worries here Fents. I have a small amount of Ray Reardoning of the hairline but nothing drastic. My Dad is 78 and is lustrous of mane, and didn’t even start going grey until he was past retirement age.
I dread baldness. A bald me would constantly be being taken to people’s leaders.
And then you get chased out of town by Bob Marley. What a life!
Ron Howard would tell you ‘yes they do’.
That’s 90% of the reason he became a film director, which gives a man a licence to wear a baseball cap at all times.
I’m 42 and my body is falling apart. No way I’ll make 80!
I was 66 last month. If I am fortunate enough to reach my 80th birthday, I would consider remembering where I put my glasses to be a result.
I am 56 at the end of the week and have been playing in bands, on and off, since I was 18. ( I know, I started late). I am looking forward to becoming an overnight sensation sometime very soon and then having a further 25 years in the spotlight, accumulating a small fortune in the process.
If Herbie Hancock can strut about on the pyramid stage playing a keytar at the age of 82, there is still some hope.
Sounds like a plan. Have you got any gigs lined up?
I’m 70 next March.
Fuck !
How terribly strange…