blister in the sun

how do you know you're getting old?

when one of your teenage anthems appears in a wendy's commercial for a new artery clogging sandwich. i'm sitting here typing away, trying to ignore madtv which for some reason tonight is really funny when i hear the first few notes --

drumbeat, drumbeat. din-din-din-din din-din-din-din, din-din-din-din-din-din.

i start humming, my head bopping from side to side like a rag doll with each beat: "lemme go wa-aaahhhlld, like a blister in the sun, lemme go wa-aaahld, hey big hands, i know you're the one....."

except the words never came. the violent femmes -- the band you do not fcuk with, you do not fcuk with this band* -- became an instrumental freakin' commercial. oy! i feel old. what's next, they might be giants or rem pitching products for pepsi?

*you get bonus points in my book if you know what this reference is to...