This weekend in Sante Fe, we spent some time talking to Andrea's young (23) friends about our punk rock past. Yes, Henry Rollins scooped ice cream for me at the Georgetown Haagen Dazs when he was still Henry Garfield. Yes, I bought the first Dischord 45 quite literally hot off the press. And so on. 23-year-old punk boy (complete with his stick-straight red mohawk and knuckle tattoos--HOLD FAST) was a bit chagrined. I didn't mean to make him sheepish, which he is what he was--since he was, like a toddler when most of the music he loves was first being recorded.
And I need to say, when you are touching the hem of forty's garment, you live for the chance to utter the line: "It's not your fault you were born too late."
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