everything dies

...even music we love. reading about the imminent demise of the chicago blues scene, and wynton marsalis bringing "jazz' finest classics" to the bass hall, i'm figuring that in ten years, the original punks will be reaching retirement age and the ones that think "old school punk" means green day will be hitting 40. i'm starting to feel like one of the over-the-hill -- but younger than i am today -- guidos that usedta come in the rekkid store i worked in when i was a teenager, hunting ancient doo-wop sides. intimations of mortality: they're everywhere!