Little Mr Mahatma

In which the middle-aged Peacenik mouths off about War Drones--and all the other things that make him cranky.

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Thursday, July 22, 2004

Todays Music
I have a close friend whom I've teased for years over his musical tastes. For him modern music is Gershwin and classics include Mozart, Beethoven, and the other usual suspects. For myself I consider the classics to include the Beatles, Led Zeppelin and so on - old fart rock. But in order to maintain a minor semblance of hipness in L.A. I listen to KROQ and so occassionally discover a decent song (Linkin Park's "Breaking the Habit") or a decent group (Flogging Molly).

"Hey!" I thought, "I'm not completely out of it! I'm still hip at 42!"

And then my nextdoor neighbor's teenage daughter bounced over with her iPod perpetually plugged in her ear.

"Whatcha listening to?" I asked.

"Hoobastank," she replied. I checked the bottoms of my shoes.

"What is a Hoobastank?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't you know anything? They're the Bomb!". She took the iPod earplug out of her ear and put it in mine. I heard atonal aural flatulation but I bobbed my head in rhythm, trying to look cool.

"You're such a spaz!" she said, taking back her earplug and bouncing away.

"Linkin Park?" I whimpered at her disappearing back.

My kids came out to play on the swings in front. I went over to them.

"J---- came over," I said. "We listened to Hoobastank."

They rolled their eyes. "They suck!" said my 7-year old.

"Yeah," my 9-year old agreed. "Have you heard Beethoven's 'Goldberg Variations'? It's the Bomb!"

"Beethoven wrote a song about the wrestler?" I was impressed.

"Dad, you're such a spaz! Get with it." said my 9-year old.

I'm out of it.

11:10 AM

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