Time sucks. What else can I say? After watching the remnants of The Who last night on the Super Bowl, I can firmly say, time sucks. It is unfair of me to think so, and very much unfair of me to even speak it aloud, but there it is.
Where has the time gone? I remember the flame of youth as if it were yesterday. The first time I watched the Kids are All Right back in the days of high school, I was amazed, astounded. The raw energy of The Who is what drew me into their music. It is what keeps me there. Some of their performances, way back in the Fashioned Challenged Seventies, are pure energy, wrapped in awesome. The primal scream of Roger Daltrey still gives me goosebumps. Where has it gone?
Oh yeah, Roger and Pete are my dad's age, I forget that. Well so what? Like my dad, those guys still rock. Last night was bitter sweet in so many ways. Every note hammered into me, every misplaced sound punctuated into my nervous system. I could not even sing along. You see, I am still trapped in the past. Those crazy days of youth are still uppermost in my wee mind. I was sadden.
Today though, I can see that it is okay. You see, being of a certain age, you get smarter. I understand the passage of time, I think it sucks, but yeah, I get it. I understand that those old guys still got it, they still can produce, and can still rock. Pete and Roger, even last night, out perform most everyone out there, even now.
Those old guys still got a lot of balls. They still produce, and even if the raging fires of youth are a bit banked, its still there. You can see it in their eyes, feel it in their presence. They still got it, even if the younger generation thinks of them as those guys who do the CSI songs (shudders). I was born under the sign of The Who, and still cheer 'em on. I almost grabbed my guitar and smashed it on the living room floor.. almost. There's that age thing again.
The burning edge of time slips by before you know it. Time is the enemy, embrace it and you'll go far.