Am I really that old?

We had the radio on during the kids’ pre bedtime  shower the other day. I think it was 70’s & 80’s hour on Absolute Radio or something. My eldest likes her music, she’s 8. I’ve tried to educate her as best i can. We went to Glastonbury together a few years ago, did I mention that?! But still she’s hooked on JLS and Pixie Lott. So Big County’s eponymous song comes on, not a favourite tune but worthy of a bath time wail, and Mini Me pipes up,

“I don’t like this song” she declares

“Why’s that?” I ask.

“It’s from the olden days”, she replies, “I don’t like music from the olden days”.

“THE OLDEN DAYS!”

I was shocked, but then I thought… That song came out in 1983 which makes it 20 years before she was born. Now if I track back to 20 years before I was born then we’re sitting firmly in 1951. That indeed was the olden days and the music then was far from rocking!

I’m 38, that’s not old! I was born at the tail end of the musical revolution that was the 60’s and while Mini Me might consider classic rock to be from the ‘olden days’, she will soon learn that the stuff that she’s listening to, that is more frequently sampling music from my teenage years, is indeed more ‘classic’ than ‘olden’. I can’t rightly remember when it was I started trawling through people’s record collections and discovering The Beatles and The Stones, maybe I’m expecting too much from her at 8 years old, but that day will come and my ‘olden’ status will be vindicated… I hope!