|Separate Ways, $2.99|
Young women have started calling me darl. More specifically, young women working as barmaids have started calling me darl. At 35, I’ve now overtaken the age of the average inner-city barmaid; but she goes on calling me darl. I’m not sure how I feel about that.
The singer-songwriters whose CDs I’ve been buying have also gone from being (much) older than me to (slightly) younger than me. But then, that was bound to happen. If it didn’t, then I'd have to concede that I was just listening to the same old stuff, in rotation and ad infinitum.