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The 1975 – For Ages Young… AND UP!

by Wil Henneberger

Blame it on arrested development, Peter Pan syndrome, or even some twisted identity crisis… There are probably a number of ways to explain/justify the fact that I enjoy listening to the same music as teenage girls. I will be 36 years old this year, and on Spotify, I still make regular stops by New Found Glory, Dashboard Confessional, and now The 1975. I was late to The 1975 party, but when I got there I drank myself stupid, ralphed, and then went back for another go.

Most of my 30-plus advanced demo took notice of the one part funk, two part pop outfit after their performance on the Larry David episode of Saturday Night Live this past February. That night, an unencumbered Matt Healy danced his way into our living rooms and straddled my now questioned sexuality. Am I attracted to Healy as much as my wife? I’m not sure my black-and-white, cut-and-dry generation can handle the answer to that sloppy, grey question.

Wake up and Hostel

If there is one thing I have made clear throughout all of my writing, it is that I am probably a sex addict, but if one reads a little bit deeper into my prose, it would also be revealed that I am a cheap SOB. I am always on the lookout for a bargain and I don’t mind combing for gems through a pile of bulky items left out for the city to collect and dispose of. Long ago I realized that saving money is the same as making money. Well, not exactly, but at least that sounds nice and proverbial.

As a proud cheapskate headed to Austin for a comedy festival, I was on the lookout for a place to crash for a couple of nights. Since I don’t keep up with any of my quasi- friends in Austin I couldn’t very well ask to crash with them.

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