Fast approaching the end of my fifth decade

um, m3 t00...

But I shouldn't really talk on this topic, because I've never had any trouble memorising songs - the words just snag like burrs. I could probably still sing you a good chunk of the Gentle Giant oeuvre if prompted, and I haven't listened to them since about 1976.

Looking through the window can you tell me what you see, you sure you're really seeing what is meant to be, a glass, a mirror to reflect what I conspire, a vision, image, I desire...

(And people wonder where punk came from.)