When Wire played this song, a personal fave, in concert I found myself locked in a bittersweet liminal state straddling 1978 and 2015, comparing the me of then and now and experiencing a certain melancholy as I marked the personal meaningfulness of the time differential. I am not an unhappy guy. My life is good. But all of a sudden I became hyper aware of my aging self and cohorts in this sea of salt and pepper hair, or the lack of hair, and of the varying states of paunch and aching joints. We're all sharing this profound moment with several long in the tooth and balding guys on stage who can't possibly have been the nimble young art rats whose surreal, acerbic, and, at times, so subtly tender songs were framed and punctuated by caterwauling scree and boundless youthful energy. Where did we all disappear to? "Ooo, look out you rock n rollers, etc etc"
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