FiftyFive

Age fourteen D. was off to his first teenage party dressed as one of The Beatles - he thought George but his friends said Paul when he got there. Either way he was happy and isn't that a blessing? But a Beatle, is this a case of postmodern repetition, the trace of a past inhabiting the hyperreality of youth identity. His current big musical passion is David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust era (remember I said I saw the Ziggy Stardust tour all those years ago) all that transgendered transgression combined with rock and roll, it all seemed so radical when I saw it first and now we both see it as fun and good tunes. I suppose I should question whether there is a certain epistemic certainty being destabilised by this admission. Though I am more inclined to say we have much common ground to discuss when we drive to the football. Who needs a discourse on simlulacrum, hyperreal and the univocity of meaning when you are both singing along to Starman - bring it on - "...He'd like to come and meet us/But he thinks he'd blow our minds..."