Reality Check

I had a startling reality check tonight while watching the American Music Awards. First, there was the fact that I knew I must be getting old because I felt like the majority of the acts were about as good as some of the SingStar performances I have seen performed in this very living room. (I know this means I am getting old because pop music has always been this way, you just don't notice it until you are old). Secondly, and much more damning evidence of my age, is that the winner of Artist of the Year, Justin Bieber, is actually closer in age to Amelia than he is to me. This margin may only be a matter of days, but it might as well be years. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go search for gray hair.