I was leafing through the morning paper looking for coverage of the Led Zep concert, and there were surprises along the way.
First, I ran across a green-politics story with a picture of Australia’s new Minister of the Environment and it was Peter Garrett, formerly famous as the eight-foot-tall lead singer for Midnight Oil. I saw them live once and he was electrifying. In the middle of the show the mosh pit got a little out of control, and Garrett ran to the front of the page, howling “Somebody’s gonna get hurt! Throw him and him and him out and give them their money back, we’ll cover it!”
Then there was this weird little filler story about a wave of European rock acts citing Daft Punk as a major influence. Huh? Those guys are babies.
For a moment I felt old. Wait a second; Garrett, a rocker of my own generation, is a Cabinet Minister. Make that “grown-up” not old. And hey, those Led Zep guys are all ten years older than me, and the reviewers seem to think they can still rock and roll. Maybe I have a few tricks left up my sleeve.