What’s My Age Again?

Nobody likes you when you 23 🤷🏾‍♀️

I was 24 when this track hit the charts. Back then I believed in sadness for real. Yeah,  I used to be a drunk emo dancer with a big interest in every kind of music as long as it was played loud enough, and a love for Chuck Taylor shoes and skinny tall guys. Feels like a long time ago, the days before selfies.

Today is my birthday, naturally it’s reminiscing time.

I laugh while still wondering about the age question and if it even matters. Not sure. All I know is that in the end all that’s important to me are immaterial things. Moments, love, memories, stories, love, songs and most importantly love.

“Time is relative; its only worth depends upon what we do as it is passing.”


Assuming this very smart man is right, and time is actually relative then it actually could be possible to opt out of the concept of aging ðŸ¤·ðŸ¾â€â™€ï¸




Yeah, dunno.

Anyway, to round-up today’s reminiscing session in style, I’ll play one of the greatest songs I know * For me it’s probably even fresher today than 20 years ago when Sascha played this track for me on his Sony Cassette Walkman. He smiled his toothless smile and proudly presented it to me. It’s yours.

With this gift he made sure I became a hip hop head. Probably forever, or better said as long as I have the pleasure to be here in this time and space in this physical body. Thanks dude ❤️

* I prefer the dirty/honest version, but that ain’t got the cool video. Looks as if I’m finally old enough to be ok with compromises 🤷🏾‍♀️