The other day, I was walking home from the Asda, when I passed an Old People’s Home and some Sheltered Flats (for the elderly). Like me, the old people must have been enjoying the good weather, because lots of their windows were flung open… Which is why I was getting blasted by the loud Reggae music they were listening to. I have nothing against Reggae (which is the perfect soundtrack to a Summer’s day) but I was like “WTF? Little old ladies turning up the volume and skanking in their lounges?”.
Then I thought, “Why NOT?”. After all, most of the people who live there are of Caribbean descent and, more importantly, the musical tastes of the elderly are not static. As people get old, they take the music of their own era into the Old People’s Homes with them. *I* might have imagined old people listening to songs from the War, or the Music Hall, but those things probably don’t interest them. Goodness knows, they might even find Elvis and Cliff Richard a bit dated.
I’m already 52, so I’m not far off needing Care myself. I can just imagine what it will be like when I’m 80. The staff will be organising Sing-Alongs (to jog our old memories) and we’ll all be joining in (in those thin reedy voices that old ladies have):
“We’re so pretty, oh so pretty, we’re VACANT!” (Sex Pistols) or,
“Time, he flexes like a whore, falls wanking to the floor” (David Bowie).
Then we will do some gentle pogo dancing and go off to have a lie down.
Scary stuff but almost certain to happen. As for the volume… We’re going to be playing the Punk and Glam Rock just as loud as the Reggae was being played, because we are going to be just as DEAF.