John, Paul, Ringo, and...Tom

My friendships at work are based not on age, but on synastry. The two people I happen to mesh with best are 25 and 35. Sometimes I forget just how young the 25 year old really is; at other times it is profoundly apparent.

Today I asked him how many of the Beatles he could name. "Um...John?" Veerrry good I sarcastically replied. Ok, now what was his last name? "Um...Lennon?" Wow, amazing. Ok, name another. "Uh, I think there was one named Paul, and another named...Tom?"

My response to that was something to the effect of Ohmygodforgetit! accompanied by a dismissive hand wave.

It's fun to share music from the 60s and 70s with people in their 20s. One day at work Tony, who is 26 and has a recording studio in his home,and I went into the computer lab and pulled up Youtube. I introduced him to the glam rock bands of the early 70s: The New York Dolls, Sweet, Sparks, and T Rex among others. I loved his observations. Why had I never realized how much Russell Mael of Sparks looked like "That guy in The Doors"? Tony genuinely liked a few of the bands and made notes in his Blackberry. Tomorrow I'll have to ask him if he can name all four of the Beatles.