by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Wet Leg is pretty much the type of pop rock music that I grew up with. Or, at least, it’s what used to be called pop rock before pop and rock went their separate ways for good.
I guess it would be call “alternative” today.
Anyway, it’s great music. And, yet, as always, there are complications. Young people apparently HATE that old people like me dig the band. This is yet another example of how I fucking hate being old — if I make a lot of money from my novel (ha!) I’ll be so fucking old by the time it hits my bank account that young people will push me out of the venue if I try to see Wet Leg in concert live.
Man, do I hate being old. I hate it so fucking much. And I’m not even that old. But the world revolves around 24 year olds, and I’m definitely NOT that age. I guess I can find some solace in the idea that maybe the Singularity will happen, we’ll all live to be 500 and I can start from scratch as a spry 50something.
