Ageism is what it is.  And I’m not talking about teenage-backlash or a twentysomething’s glib naïveté.  Most of it comes from within; sabotaged by our own kind.

Think about it.

It’s not that we grown-ups ever lost interest in music.  Music (as dictated by industry mafiosi, radio, media, etc.) lost interest in US.

The result being that now, our once exalted status of “fans” has turned, less desirably, to “old.”

These days, age alone apparently predicates a biological incapability to rock.  Don’t believe me?  Check out what was supposed to be the AARP’s dedicated music site.  Sadly, looks like they had to pull the plug as it’s now MIA.  Although if you browse the archives, it’s clear that even the flagship of grown-up clubs is musically clueless.

Um, AARP?  That oft-referred to “generation” defined by music?  Yeah.  Those are YOUR members.

What’s more is that occasionally when “fans” and “old” coexist, it’s all tiptoes around the proverbial elephant: we are NOT young.  Hence the term “late adopter” (whispered like Woody Allen would “cancer”).  Or  “fans of a certain age” (thank you, Wall Street Journal— whose median age, ironically is 50 — for additionally going so far as to celebrate how stupid we look when rocking in public).  Is it me or does anyone else notice a slight bit of negative connotation here?

At least there is always “aging hippie,” right?  Not exactly an insult but really, is this a compliment?

All I’m saying is I prefer “fan.”  Whether I’m in the mosh pit or sidelined sucking wind, I’m still, and most importantly, a fan.

Although today, after hearing this:

“tree-hugger” works too.