I spoke to a woman earlier this week who told me she enjoys the music of the Almond Brothers Band. Puzzled, I asked, "Almond or Allman?"
"Almond Brothers," she responded. "I went with my dad last year. They play the Beacon like every March."
I didn't know if it was polite to correct her at that point so I just let it go. It started me thinking, however, about the cultural divide between people of different age groups. This chick is only 7 years younger than me, but she might as well have been seven years old. She went to go see the "Almond Brothers" with her dad, probably sat in the front row, didn't know a single song, and had daddy buy her a $60 T-shirt that she'd wear if she needed to paint her apartment, or something. I went to go see the "Allman Brothers" in high school with a dime bag of brown, shitty weed that my friends and I bought at Washington Square Park an hour before the concert because we were too stupid to know any better. We sat in the upper balcony, and the only T-shirts we bought were the cheap $10 knock offs from the guys in the street that after 4 or 5 washes turned into shmatehs that our mothers would use to clean the kitchen floor.
The more we spoke, the more I realized she was too young for me. Any reference I made to pop culture went over her head. I knew there was no point in going out with her when I asked, 'Watchoo talkin' bout, Willis?" in response to something she said, and she confusedly remarked, "Who's Willis?"
Am I that old?, I wondered after the conversation was over. It's not like I insist on putting only "hi-test" gas in my '79 Buick Skylark, nor do I refer to a suitcase as a "valise," but I think to this chick, I must have sounded like a guy who complains about walking ten miles to school in the snow barefoot, and reminisces about paying a nickel to ride the subway.