I'm only 27 so I have little to complain about but I do find it takes much longer to recover from injuries than it used to. I seem to get cuts easier than ever before and it will take weeks instead of days before they fully heal up.
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I didn't read through all the comments, sorry...but for the camp that is saying "get used to it" I say ********.
The first thing to do is check your diet. The VAST majority of "aging" issues - joint pain, forgetfulness, crankiness, depression, love handles (or worst) all stem from a poor diet.
Cut gluten out totally, cut waaaay back on sugar and watch in a few weeks how you're sharper in mind and spirit. How your joints , all of a sudden, don't scream in the morning, how your pants get friendlier around the waist.
Yep, this ain't no country for old men... don't become one.
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Night life. Watching T.V. by 8, and in bed by 10:30. Unless I have a gig, then I drag my ass there, but perk up as soon as I arrive.
Hot flashes. I can forget my pedalboard, but not my fan.
Footwear. Heels are for parties. For gigs I need good arch support, and sturdy laces!
Partying after the gig. At home, with my cat. With my jammies on.
Recreational drugs. Anything with a fiber suppliment.
Drop your pick onstage? Get another out of your pocket. It's a LONG way to the floor.
Night life. Watching T.V. by 8, and in bed by 10:30. Unless I have a gig, then I drag my ass there, but perk up as soon as I arrive.
Hot flashes. I can forget my pedalboard, but not my fan.
Footwear. Heels are for parties. For gigs I need good arch support, and sturdy laces!
Partying after the gig. At home, with my cat. With my jammies on.
Recreational drugs. Anything with a fiber suppliment.
Drop your pick onstage? Get another out of your pocket. It's a LONG way to the floor.
No SO here however perhaps having one might give that extra push to get out of bed in the morning lol.We should all be so lucky to have a SO pulling us back into bed.
The rule is: drop anything on the floor and it will roll to the exact center underneath the largest, heaviest thing with the least clearance in the room, unless that thing is against the wall, in which case it will roll to the wall.
Or into a register.
Gaolee
Official leathers tester and crash dummy
The man I aspire to be. Except for some acute lack of athletic ability on my part.
I'll be 60 in a couple years, which is amazing. But, there are some things I have noticed:
1. When I see a cute girl, I think she might be perfect for my son. Not other, previous thoughts.
2. When I work out in the gym, I'm pretty happy to be able to do the same thing I did last time, not concerned because I'm not getting stronger/faster/fitter as quickly as I would like.
3. If my pants fit, I'm happy.
4. A cheeseburger and fries really don't sound like food any more, let alone three cheeseburgers, a bowl of fries, and then a large pizza.
5. Two or three beers is a really wild night.
6. Playing shows is fun, so long as there's at least a couple weeks until the next one. Preferably a month.
7. Learning new things takes longer. More just bounces off the cranium and back into the ether.
8. My favorite substance is aspirin.
I haven't had an official midlife crisis yet, though. Saving up for it will take time. It will require a hotrodded Cadillac, a bimbo/bimbette with interchangeable hair, maybe a few of those, several maxed out credit cards, an international incident, air to surface missiles, heavy artillery, a small airplane, a jet pack, police blockades, genetically engineered lizards, a lawyer who rides along and offers helpful suggestions about what to eat and drink, a trebuchet, and loud rockabilly music when they pull my carcass out of the smoking wreckage.
That kind of thing takes meticulous planning, and I just haven't put the effort into it yet. When it happens, I'll post pictures to prove it did.
I can pretty much agree with all of those! Especially the one about at least two weeks off before another gig.
You aren't by chance Hunter S. Thompson in disguise?
Gaolee
Official leathers tester and crash dummy
Mick doesn't count. He's been altered and bionicized and who knows what. For all we know, he's a hologram now.
Gaolee
Official leathers tester and crash dummy
I'm not. But if I can't be Satchel Paige, I can aspire to be Hunter Thompsonesque. I'm already plotting the funeral trebuchet ride into the ocean to dispose of my carcass when the time comes. My wife doesn't think I'm serious. But, I'm always serious about that kind of thing. It's all organic, doesn't take up space that could be used for other purposes, and feeds some fish or crabs or something. What's not to like?
If you really were Hunter S. your pickled body would take a long time to decompose.
Gaolee
Official leathers tester and crash dummy
And, it would probably give the fish and crabs bellyaches and then hallucinations.
I'm digging the "trebuchet funeral" idea. Must look into this further.
Edit: great band name, too.
Gaolee
Official leathers tester and crash dummy
I haven't figured out all the details yet. I'm pretty sure there's no permit required, so long as you don't tell anybody what you are planning and don't get caught. It's a little more subtle than being launched out to sea in a flaming longboat.I'm digging the "trebuchet funeral" idea. Must look into this further.
And yes, it would be a great band name. We came up with Famous Dead Guys a couple days ago. Standing on stage and saying "We're Famous Dead Guys" seemed really funny at the time. There wasn't even any substance ingestion involved.
Hey, Bach wrote so much stuff that he's still decomposing.
Hmmm, on the other hand, a flaming long boat hung off a Hindenburg-style hydrogen airship might be tons of fun!
We have our own similar celebration here in Nederland, Colorado. Frozen Dead Guy Days:
(no title) <Link to FDGD
Which would also make a decent band name, especially in the northern tier.
The trebuchet is a little over the top for me. It requires too much effort on the part of the mourners. I've told my wife just to put me out with the trash and recycling when the time comes.
Of course you start falling apart after 40. You're past your freshness/sell-by date. Prehistoric humans only made it to 25 or 30 with the "elders" maybe seeing 35.
True dat. I will never grow up, just the shell that my soul utilizes is ageing.
