Saw Rusted Root last night. KICK ASS. I still don’t care for their most recent albums but as a live band they’re one of my favorities. Plus they still seem to attract hot college chicks.

I was singing along as were a lot of others in the crowd. But then I had a sad realization: I’m singing along because I’ve been listening to this band since 1994, whereas most of the people in the crowd have probably only been listening to RR for a couple years. Unless they had great musical tastes when they were 8-12 years old. Man, I feel old.

There were a few other oldsters–and they had a lot less hair than me, so I feel a little better. I may be getting old but I still have a full head of hair, dammit! (must find wood to knock on)