It's my birthday today, so I should make some kind of public address. Like wot the Queen did, except she speeched herself on Jesus's birthday and not on her own birthday. Did Jesus ever make a speech on the Queen's birthday? No, he did not. Selfish.
I'm 52 years old today. That makes me the same age as the B-52's, or twice as old as Aphex Twin's remix compilation 26 Mixes for Cash. Or four times as old as Blur's album 13. That's how ages work, right?
I can't get much of a music connection about being born in 1973. Gary Glitter was number one when I was born, something I would rather forget. I'm very close in age to the Adolescence actor Stephen Graham, and he appeared in a Deadmau5 video once. But very close is not close enough.
The only music-related thing of significance that happened on my actual birthdate was the release of Lynyrd Skynyrd's long-awaited debut album. Problem is, I know absolutely nothing about that band. I wouldn't know Larry Lynyrd or Susan Skynyrd if they slapped me in the face with a trout.
So on this least remarkable of birthdays, I suppose I should be grateful for the fact that I'm still going And so is this website. I started this blog when I was in my early 30s. Blogger somehow hasn't disappeared into the same crypt that buried LiveJournal, MySpace or any number of obsolete web services with a scant regard for word spacing.
Wait. I've just thought of one. Energy 52. I dedicate my new age to Energy 52, the trance project produced by Cosmic Baby. I'm going to don my flip flops, slather myself in sun cream, and get sand in my crack to the sound of Café del Mar.
Happy Mar-day.
Further Fats: Because / a melon / only slightly: birthday thoughts (2012)
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