How old am I?
Doesn’t matter.
How old do I FEEL?
Very.
Especially when I’m watching Bands Like This.
I met a friend I’d never met before last nightâ€â€long story, another postâ€â€and he was hanging out with his buddies in El Corazon, a divey bar where a friend of his was playing in a band called Lessons in Regret.
That’s them in the photo. His friend Greg is the bass guitarist on the right. Before you click on a sample, allow me to give you fair warning that this is classified as “Hard Core” music.
We have already determined that Dot does not do well with music.
Throw in a mosh pit, a hard core band, and indistinguishable lyrics earnestly shouted by a rather geeky-looking dude, and you have to medicate me.
Which I did. Self-medicate, that is.
Nothing like two Coronas and a couple sips of Jagermeister to make it all sound like a lulluby.
It is age, isn’t it?
What makes me feel old is I used to play in a band like that ten years ago. Manpain (a.k.a hardcore) never gets old, just the rest of us…