I tell you what... I am one charming SOB, now that I am the same age as their grandfathers. If only I could amuse the ladies 40 years ago as well as I do today.
Sometimes guys bring in an amp or two, and they arrive for pickup with their girl friend. The Twin Reverb I thought was darn heavy is sitting there waiting to go home while the guy and I flap our jaws about something, and the GIRLFRIEND picks up the amp and totes it out to their car.
I think I remember 63. I even remember '63. I think.
Education is what you're left with after you have forgotten what you have learned.
I'm 61 this month and have never been a big strong guy. I was always super thin, just finally broke 150.1 lbs. I am over 2 inches shorter than my maximum of 5'10". In the old days I had roadies. I wasn't big enough (or sober enough) to lift much of anything even then. In the shops I always had a knuckle dragger to lift stuff. Nowadays I find myself with tons of gear I can't lift and rarely use. I've been using "downsized" gear for years. I still love to tinker and have paid gigs nearly every weekend. But... I tell you I am wondering how I'm going to load my SUV this coming Saturday. I was just diagnosed with a hernia. So even that 1x12 20 watt combo is a challenge. I'm on Enbrel for arthritis. Here is my usual gig routine: I have to have had my Enbrel injection within 3 days of the gig .... Then, 2 hrs before the gig.... 3 ibuprofen and one 5 or 10 milligram Valium. At the gig I allow myself one rum and coke and one beer. The other night I got a phone number wrapped in a $100 bill (with a song request). Nice shot to the ego. It's usually a 20. But I put it in the tip jar for the band. In the words of immortal Howlin' Wolf, "It takes me all night to do what I used to do all night!" I don't know what I would do anymore with a groupie on a 15 minute break. Lol.... AND my wife is either lurking somewhere in the room or at home watching the clock. I do like it when younger women ask my wife if I'm available. Amazing what enough hair dye, shades, and a dark room can do... The deviated septum was repaired decades ago. I just still love to play and be in the crowd. Usually just a cover band nowadays. Still got to figure out how I'm going to load the damn truck. Once I'm there my band mates will unload and load for me. I'm thinking of getting one of those collapsible carts. (For the gear not me) Sometimes I even use a cane. This Saturday I might take a Vicodin as well. Better living through modern chemistry as we used to say.
I never understood when I was younger why Douglas Addams insisted that the Meaning of Life was "42". I think I do now. Once you are 42 you believe and try to act 42 for the rest of your life. That's the definition of "Middle Age". You keep trudging along trying to do your thing(s) for 10, 20, 30 years after that depending on your genetics. At some point you hit a wall. Then you are truly old.......
Great Thread guys. At 65 I'm right there with you. 25 pounds is heavier than it was even 5 years ago. 50 pounds is still doable. I just repaired a Ultralinear Twin Reverb for a customer. I took the chassis & left the rest because there was no way I could pick it up. Now that I'm retired my shop is in my basement. Makes some things a bit more of a challenge.
Like Dirty Harry said: "A man has got to know his limitations." https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...XezWZBgKXRP28A
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When was the last time you did something for the first time?
Here's something for the more "mature" among us. This is from The Beaverton, which is the Canadian equivalent of The Onion (i.e., fake news designed to make you laugh).
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