Yesterday there were some laughs on my part at the expense of Gen Y – who are usually laughing at me because I’m like so old.
The lovely Shel in my office was resplendent in a red frock and was rocking the house on that fine morning. So much so that the beautiful Bev took one look at her and burst into song, serenading her with Lady in Red as we walked out the door to get coffee.
As we approached the lift, Shel, with a confused face said to me, I don’t know that song. Bev has a heavy English accent so I nonchalantly said, it’s Lady in Red. Blank, nothing, never heard that song before. Then I remembered she’s 24. I said something about the devil’s home and making her way there. She probably wasn’t alive when that song was written which according to all things Wiki was 1986. I guess I have to rest my case here.
Not to be outdone, at dinner time, over Mexican nachos, and feeling a bit rock chick myself I had loaded U2’s Singles into the cd player – yes – I’m so old I still have a cd player. Three songs in – one of my children, who doesn’t want to be on the blog anymore so who will remain nameless – said – what is this – it’s terrible.
Sometimes I am rendered speechless. The biggest rock group of all time are terrible. Really? I don’t know if it was my complete horror or disdain but while we were cleaning up the kitchen, someone was putting some serious dance moves to The Saints Are Coming. And if you think that’s the end of this it isn’t. To try and create an association with U2 and something tangible I explained the significance of the song, The Saints Are Coming and its relationship to Hurricane Katrina. The comeback was that she didn’t know that there was even a Hurricane Katrina – it’s what they call a friend whose name is Katrina.
Nothing. I have nothing for you.