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Showing posts with label bran van 3000. Show all posts
Drinking in L.A.
I'm am officially no longer 26, and I feel old. This song was the anthem for my friends and I. The rare song that everyone discovered on their own and agreed that this would represent us for our male bonding purposes. I was going to dissect it and delve into the lyrics and the song and band history, but fuck that. There is only one section I'm concerned with here.
Feeling kind of groovy
Working on a movie (yeah right)
But we did nothing,
Absolutely butkus that day
But I say
What the hell am I doing Drinking in L.A.
At twenty six?
This is an accurate representation of how I spent 26. Did I really get anything done? No, but it was a good year. The song is all about wasting time but holding on to that dream and there are moments when you're plugging away and you wonder if it's all worth it or not.
At the end of the day, all I've really done is drank in L.A., both literally and figuratively. Now that 26 has past and I've moved into that golden age where legends dare not pass (think Kurt Cobain), I realize I'm getting old. Twenty six seems like the age when it's last acceptable to wander aimlessly and all the truths of the real world hit home.
Has any else felt this?
I'll keep listening to this song, but it is now less an anthem, and more a reminder of what's past. The carefree days of just drinking in L.A.
It Finally Happened
"What the hell am I /
Doing drinking in L.A. /
At twenty-six?"
I can distinctly remember ten years ago spending a whole day listening to Bran Van 3000's "Drinking in L.A.", eating scrambled eggs, and sitting in a rocking chair under a wall-mounted speaker (I was not sober at the time). In the intervening years, I've always wondered where I'd be at 26, and I always secretly hoped my life would be confusion-free and put together by then.
Well, I've hit the big two-six, and I can confidently say that my life is still as perplexing and unfulfilled as ever, but I'm much more comfortable with that fact, if that makes any sense.
Anyways, I guess my point is this: I feel irretrievably, irrefutably old.
Doing drinking in L.A. /
At twenty-six?"
I can distinctly remember ten years ago spending a whole day listening to Bran Van 3000's "Drinking in L.A.", eating scrambled eggs, and sitting in a rocking chair under a wall-mounted speaker (I was not sober at the time). In the intervening years, I've always wondered where I'd be at 26, and I always secretly hoped my life would be confusion-free and put together by then.
Well, I've hit the big two-six, and I can confidently say that my life is still as perplexing and unfulfilled as ever, but I'm much more comfortable with that fact, if that makes any sense.
Anyways, I guess my point is this: I feel irretrievably, irrefutably old.
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