Serendipity Redux

A few weeks ago I was so moved by this article in the local Maine paper, about the 70th reunion of the Cony High School Class of 1939.  "This is our last hurrah," is what really got me.

And then I found this:

I am a sentimental monster, but not so much so that I didn't put the jacket up for sale on ebay.

Vintage....music

Every kid in my high school loved Rush. Except me. I figured that if everyone liked them, then I was far too "alternative" to follow the herd.

Getting older can be enlightening. And giving up "the cool" can be a hell of a lot of fun. Because every kid in my high school was right and I was wrong. Rush rocks. ROCKS. I saw them live last night. 10th row. I now have a wee (okay, huge) crush on Geddy Lee.

How could I not?! He just gets more and more dreamy.

One of the things I love about anything vintage is that it's removed from its original context, and you can view the band, the dress, the movie objectively, without the situational bias. Of course there's nostalgia - the 80's clothing I sell evokes all sorts of memories. But when I see it today, without drowning in teen-age angst, it looks so much better.

Just like Geddy Lee (meow). I can't wait for the next Rush concert.