Karen and I were sitting in a restaurant Friday night, and there was a family behind us. They had a daughter…I’m not sure how old she was, but I’d guess around 15. The daughter was talking about music, and she suddenly mentioned the band Skid Row.
Have you ever had one phrase stop all the other sounds around you, so that you could only hear the person who said it? That’s how oddly impactful that name was to me.
See, I went through my metal phase in high school, and Skid Row was one of my favorites during that rebellious period. I can’t still scream out the chorus to “Youth Gone Wild” with little thought involved. It was just funny to me that someone of that age would be conversant with 80’s metal (although I think Skid Row released a new album about a year ago).
Today, I saw a boy, younger than 15 by my best guess, wearing a Guns N’ Roses t-shirt: the one that corresponded with their Appetite For Destruction album. Anyone else able to recall the edgy “Welcome To The Jungle,” or the seducing guitar line to “Sweet Child Of Mine”? Again, I was amazed.
Also a little disturbed that oldies music for them is what I grew up on. Geez, this smells like a mid-life crisis.
Seriously, though. Isn’t that funny?