I am now officially old.

As I sit here working on my laptop, my handsome, shaggy haired son, Henry is standing next to the family CD player in his Chuck Taylors, guitar slung across his chest, earnestly trying to learn the chord progressions in the Nirvana, Cramps, and Ramones songs to which he's listening.

I'm 36 and he's 12 and we like most of the same music. My parents listened to The Stones, Neil Young, etc, and I loved all that stuff too, but they didn't like what I liked in high school, which included stuff like The Clash, B52s, Talking Heads, Adam Ant, REM, Pylon, Love Tractor, The Replacements, Patty Smith, X, The White Animals (swoon), and Mission of Burma.