My drivers license still says 22, at least for the month.
But I’m fresh out of my second music festival in 3 weeks, and I’m beginning to think my parents are lying about my birth year.
For an allergy-ridden asthmatic, FYF can be a struggle. Every year by Sunday I wind-up on the floor somewhere wheezing (without fail), covered in dust and bbq sauce…yet I always come back for more. Raise your hand if you had some brews with your 24-hour zyrtec and fell asleep in the beer garden to Washed Out! Just me? Oh.
Defeated, I sit on my couch reflecting on the weekend, and all I can think about is how much ass Kim Deal kicks.
At 52 she’s still doing exactly what she’s been doing all along, playing perfect rock music for us. I don’t have the chance to see women above the age of 26 rocking out on stage often, I mean really rocking. That said, seeing The Breeders was a treat, and as it turns out, pretty damn inspiring.
Lesson learned: Next year, I’ll be armed with my chick punk band, non-drowsy allergy medication, and some zeal. See you from the stage my friends.
On a completely separate note, how great was this song live?