Friday, September 4, 2015
All The Young Dudes
Forty years ago, I was a teenager immersed in rock music. One of my favorite songs was a classic -- "All The Young Dudes" -- sung by an English group named Mott the Hoople. Until recently, I didn't know that David Bowie wrote the song and gave it as a gift to the group's lead singer. I also didn't know the names of the group's members despite owning several of their albums.
Last Friday, I went to a concert by another group from my youth that is still kicking around (J. Geils Band). They were okay. Before they came on, there was a warm-up act. An old white-haired guy comes out, wearing sunglasses and looking as cool as a big rock-star despite being 76 years old. I didn't recognize his name (Ian Hunter).
Hunter rocked. Hard. And his songs sounded vaguely familiar. Then he vigorously launched into "All The Young Dudes" and I instantly knew who he is -- the lead singer from Mott the Hoople. There's no mistaking his vocal inflections. He is a voice from my past. If I'd had any doubt, the roar of the (better informed) crowd would have set me straight.
Since then, I'm being followed around by this song. I heard it on the car-radio. Then, out of nowhere, my blogger-friend Sara writes these words on Facebook -- "All The Young Dudes." No context, no explanation -- and she's in her thirties, too young to remember the song when it was a big hit.
This morning I put on the soundtrack to the movie "Juno" which I'd seen several times. Suddenly, on comes "All The Young Dudes," sung by Ian. I don't remember that being in the movie, but apparently it was.
Rather than fight this message from the Universe, I'm embracing it. I figure if unknown forces want me to focus on a British rock classic, I may as well look the part. Isn't the above outfit perfectly suited to this serendipitous situation?