26 January

I’m 57. I didn’t even think about getting a ticket to see an elderly Cold Chisel, or dance in the mosh pit, because…I’m 57. Being 17 again holds no appeal. My parents at 57 had zero interest in their teenage passions. They were the last generation who grew up, who lived adult lives separate from their teen lives, before the great boomer surge post-war overwhelmed adult life with perpetual teen life.