postscript to the r.i.p. for ingmar bergman. michaelangelo antonioni (of particular interest for me because of 'blowup') died the same day as bergman.

always, one utters 'oh, the end of an era.' like when b. and i realized we both attended the alternative nation concert in '96. (this was the mtv-sponsored concert in araneta coliseum featuring a young foo fighters, sonic youth and beastie boys.) when conversations turn to the music of our youth and you happen to be more or less of the same generation, it is inevitable that the subject turns to 'what is happening to music today?' then it shifts to a comparing of notes: rolling stone was it. i bought rolling stone and spin, before spin became rolling stone and rolling stone became gq and before gq became maxim lite.

the only band that mattered was tame the tikbalang. i only went to 70's bistro for color it red. they played every last tuesday of the month.

thank god for that friend with the freebie tickets. i didn't get to see pearl jam and rage against the machine.

yes, we are the old fogies our students snicker about when cultural/generational references are dropped.