so apparently if you don’t learn (or know) you DO repeat that shit

so the other day i saw something i hadn’t seen in ages…

…really bad 80’s metal hair.

not uncommon back IN the 80’s. not uncommon when watching vh1 classic or some behind the music or other such “where are they now?” kind of series. but live? in person? in gold’s fucking gym in round rock no less? that made so little sense i found it hard to verbalize…and the little shit was working out one station over from me when i heard him and his buddy (who had a tastelessly retro look, but not borrowed from the whiskey-a-go-go circa 1987) talking about metal boy’s 21st birthday weekend, which was apparently coming up…

…and i did a little math.

if he’s just turning twenty-one (and this is actually being published on the weekend in question, so happy 21st birthday, metal boy!) that means he was born in 1992…the year that nirvana and pearl jam and the rest of the seattle folks buried hair metal and set loose the grunge revolution. also, coincidentally the year i started doing college radio, which is why i know this shit. so he grew up knowing the “seattle sound” as “classic rock” (which makes me want to punch him in the throat but never mind that now) and never saw hair metal for all it’s little annoyances and bullshit…

…so to him it’s “ol’ school” and “cool”.

fuck him. one of the few times i wish i had my phone with me to snap a picture in the gym. so, happy birthday metal boy – now wash the six cans of aquanet out of your fucking hair!