Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Graying by the Minute

There's nothing quite like watching one's 11-year old son and his best friend joyfully fly through their first electric guitar lesson--referencing Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith like Baby Boomers or Hard Rockers--to make one feel, well, Matronly.

Unless the lesson happens to be conducted by someone whom you've known since junior high, who looks accurately placed within that fifth decade of life and who exudes adolescent glee over a loud and obviously popular (but absolutely unknown to you) song called Walk on the Water -- and you are standing in the corner clutching your purse and wondering whatever happened to the Indigo Girls.

Then you feel -- ? The word 'relic' comes to mind.

1 comment:

Tootsie Farklepants said...

My 11 year old son has been playing electric guitar for about a year now. I love that he is being influenced (AND LOVING) the rock and roll greats. Because that means I don't have to listen to that newfangled crap they call music these days. LOL!

*except that my son's instructor is 23 and delicious*