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Weller, its sad. Cafe Bleu saved my teenage life and turned me onto modern jazz. Even in the Nineties up until about 1997, you could still believe in Weller, but not now.

I turn 39 this year, my wife is older and she turns 40.  Odd as it happens, her ex-husband shares exactly the same birthday as mine. I was always attracted to, and had relationships with women who were always a year older than me. That was our destiny, to be together, and we had children late, three and two years old now. Never thought I could be so old, and a parent.

As you, my icons, Weller included are now getting old. Remember when I found out Joe Strummer had died, three months down the line from a Mojo bought in Ipanema.  I still don't quite believe he's dead.

I saw David Byrne several times, last time in '97, he still had the fire, now, he hasn't.

My music collection is full of dead jazz musicians, still this speaks to me more than the moderns. What does this mean? I don't even check out the contemporary releases in the local jazz record shop, unless its Sex Mob. But I dig modern jazz, its classical music of the urban 20th century.

Our culture is in decline, its already difficult to achieve what our father's achieved, for our children it will be even more difficult, but the East, never destined for this future, read Blake and Levi Strauss as examples, has taken the means of production and technological innovation from us. We gave it to them, in the race for profit.  And yet, we still engage in 19th century wars whilst the morals and notions behind such enterprises are deemed extinct by our elite, who have sold us down the river.

We live in a culture where saudade and nostalgia may be the strongest desires at work, the trads don't exist in a vacuum.

A very good topic and one also very much on my mind these days. The more I have to do with young people (acknowledging that I am now not one of them) The more I finally get all that 'zank 'eavens for leetle girls' crap.

I'm glad I fathered a child, planted a tree and all of that. I think too that it's fair to say that I've left most things & people I've come across different to the way they were pre-me - And that's been great fun.

What's next I have no idea. I'm hoping for more of the same. My clothes, haircuts & records will become ever more 'vintage'. The next generation will do what they will. If they 'do the knowledge' then they will do well, if they try to skip it then they are doomed.

Today I shall sit in a Tapas bar by the harbour chatting to Ray (if he's on duty) planning my next move just like I did at 13. My wife and daughter will go and buy shoes and see me later.

I'm looking forward to the Summer.

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Back to the topic. The older I get, the more I think that a "real person" has inconsistencies, quirks, silliness, masquerades... and perhaps a bit of sense (I'll give you that Alex ).

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One good thing about growing older, is that the inhibitions and shyness go, you have more self confidence in areas you know about and much less in ones you don't.  You generally have more money, better standard of living and the worries you had are gone, replaced by worries about the kids. And you can't go out for a full weekend on a tenner anymore.

Staceyboy is spot on about Weller, he's all paisley and psychedilc now, nicotine tinged skin and cites every musical influence possible in interviews when selling his latest record in a desperate attempt to expand his demographic and evoke empathy from one and all. From hippies, goths, punks, dreads, classical musicians, tangoists, Christian and Islamic fundamentalists and oh yeah, mods.

Ageing is inevitable for all of us, so just embrace it and go with it. All here have the means and the wherewithal to age gracefully and with dignity dresswise........The voice of experience speaking

Few better dressed, though!

I grow old, I grow old...I shall (probably not) wear my trousers rolled...as TS Eliot almost said.