This is probably why artists like mdid are so dear to my heart, because they put out like one record every few years and I have LOTS of time to get it and enjoy it and think about it before being rushed on to The Next Thing. And I do sort of envy my friends who are able to remember that such-and-such release is coming out on day X and mark on their calendar to march down to the local rekkid or comic book store and pick up a copy. For some of them, that is THE big thing going on in their existence that week, or even that Month. It seems like they all lead such simple, free, uncomplicated lives, while I insist on mucking mine up with 1,074 commitments. I find myself wishing I too could live in a trailer in Nowheresville Oh-hi, or in my 'rents basement, or similar. Then again, I haven't felt bored in literally years. And I figure there will be time to live da simple life again (i.e. the one I remember from my time in Cle, which in retrospect had its plusses but struck terror into my heart when it was going on because I felt so fucking STUCK,) when I am too old, too broke, or too stuck by other commitments to frantically dart around.
Anyway, it's probably good that I didn't read Bagge until now. Now I can just laugh at it without self-flagellating because I'm not in a band and I haven't moved to Seattle and I'm not interested in crazy sexxay druggie parties. I mean, you're thinking, "You're not SUPPOSED to be interested, you're old and married!" But I wasn't interested in that when I was young either. And there just didn't seem to be any middle ground for people who, on the one hand, didn't want to drop X and bang three nameless dudes over a party-party weekend, and on the other hand didn't want to spend their spare time building a deck and barbequing on it and having the neighbors over to talk about THEIR back deck construction while the little children played in the yard. And you know what? I'm still not interested in ANY of those things. I'm nothing if not consistent :-) This Bagge shite is funny as hell though. Slackers ain't changed a bit in 20 years.