Blawg Review #270

I was wracking my brain, trying to come up with my theme for this edition of Blawg Review, when it happened. My youth was gone. I know, I’m pushing 40, so it probably left a long time ago, but this was the first time that it really hit hit me.

I was at my local home improvement store, shopping for yard supplies for a landscaping project when The Cure came over speakers. Not just late, sell-out, Friday I’m In Love Cure, either. Old Cure. And that’s when I realized that the music of my youth was being co-opted to sell me crap: I was a grown up.*

Yep. I’m no longer in school of any kind. I have a kid. I have a house. The rebellious songs of my youth are now being played on “classic rock” radio. So what better to do for Blawg Review than go retro!

Without further ado, I present to you, in full retro-web-vision, my nostalgic trip down memory lane of Blawg Reviews past, to see “Where are they now?”

*As Ed. pointed out in an e-mail with the statement “Who is The Cure”? My cultural milestones won’t be yours. So think: hearing Iggy Pop sell Norwegian cruises. Or Led Zeppelin shleppin’ Cadillacs. The Beatles on a Nike commercial. Janis Joplin for Michelin Tires. Or Scott Joplin for Carbolic Smokeballs.