On Wednesday night, Anne and I went to a concert. There I felt like our musical tastes were getting old. Here were the signs:<\/p>\n
– It wasn’t at a club downtown, but an estate in the hills.
\n– They only served wine, not beer.
\n– The event was sponsored by Lexus, not Red Bull.
\n– The only people younger than us were a few ushers.
\n– I heard a conversation that went like this:<\/p>\n
\nMiddle-aged woman 1: What song does Suzanne Vega sing?
\nMiddle-aged woman 2: I think it’s that “What I Am is What I Am” song.<\/em>
\n[‘What I Am’ was by Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians]
\nMiddle-aged woman 1: No, I don’t think that’s it. That’s by Boy Meets Girl<\/em>
\n[Uhh, wrong. Boy Meets Girl’s only hit was the the colossally cheesy “Waiting for a Star to Fall” ]
\nMiddle-aged woman 2: I’m 98% sure, she had a #1 hit with it. It’s “What I Am is What I Am is What You Are”<\/em>
\n[Still wrong. “Luka” is Suzanne Vega’s most recognizable song and it only ever reached #3]
\n(Middle-aged women go back to talking about their kids)<\/em>\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n– And another like this:<\/p>\n
\nMiddle-aged guy 1: I recently rediscovered Aimee Mann.
\nMiddle-aged guy 2: Oh yeah?
\nMiddle-aged guy 1: Yeah, I liked her new album. I can’t remember what it’s called…. “Astronaut Something”…<\/em>
\n[It’s called “Lost in Space” and was released 3 years ago]<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n