Something very creepy happened to me this afternoon:
I turned into my father!
or maybe it was a rather a case of me doing a John Edwards, and chanelling the old fart, seeing that he died in 1994.
I caught myself telling my teenage son:
"turn that crap music down! It's way too loud! What the hell are you listening to?"
A cold chill ran down my spine, as soon as I heard that phrase. I heard the same sentence in 1977, when i was listening to my Bad Co LP's. all that was missing was the phrase: it's the devils music!
(LP's, for those of a reduced age, are those funny large black vinyl magodies in your fathers garage that nobody listens to , but no one dares to throw away).