For those of you who, like me, spent much of the ’90s bitching and licking wounds inflicted from musical battles fought throughout the ’80s – and who therefore missed most of the output of Blur when they appeared as part of that Britpop movement that I don’t think caught on much beyond stinking Oasis in the US – I’d like to kick off work toward an An Old Dude’s Guide to Blur. This is especially meant for the consideration of fellow crotchety, old Townspeople as well as further enlightenment from the younger generation, for whom the band that gave Fox Sports broadcasts the “whoo-hoo” soundbite may mean something more. If you’re so cool that you straddle this issue as an older dude who was tuned in enough during the ’90s to have appreciated Blur in their time, bear with us. You too may be of use in this discussion.
