Wednesday, May 30, 2018
The seventies were owned by Led Zeppelin. So let's say the average age of the kids in those audiences at that time was 19. Let's say at any one show during that decade there was an average of 10,000 people with more than a few repeats. Let's pick one year, say 1975. So that means in 1975 there was a nineteen year old chick in the audience who would today be 62 and more than eligible for grandmother age. If you keep your eyes open, you can spot them in TRW, in your town. While a significant proportion of these chicks were taken in by the expectations and dress and ways of being and looking and talking and behaving being conscious about family, the future, retirement, socking away cash, investing, saving... the whole 9.... and hey, for them I have no doubts they played the roles they wanted to play, many of these chicks, now 62 on average, are living in much the same ways they did when they were attending shows like this. Many no doubt are no longer with us. But at the end of the day, once everybody's chips are being counted, tell me, somebody please tell me what does it matter? And therefore what does it really mean to be successful in this short and sweet life? I know what success isn't!
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