I was out at the once lively and exciting — now sad and slightly weird — XTC fan site, chalkhills.org, where I found a reference to the ongoing XTC-like work of a guy named Robert Wegmann. Being in possession of a fairly open mind, I headed out to the Internet to see what I could see.
What I saw made me feel deeply conflicted. Here’s what I saw:
And here’s how it made me feel:
I am now officially a middle-aged man. Though I never really strove for any kind of significant success in the field of music, I did keep trying, for the fun of it — and I still write music, of a style not totally dissimilar to Mr. Wegmann’s. My music is better than some, and worse than others — like Mr. Wegmann’s. I sort of feel like I could be Robert Wegmann. I feel for the guy. Hell, I may even feel like the guy.
But I’m not Robert Wegmann, and that, believe me, is a choice I have made very deliberately. I think I am too old for a bowl hair-do. I am too old to mug and wink in a “music video.” I am too old to play rock star on camera — especially while playing a kind of prock that was never really in fashion, not even 30 years ago. And I am too old, for crying out loud, to be pretending to play a Chapman stick. I am too old for this, and so is Robert Wegmann. He and I should just stop.