Living through 1984 was a worthwhile milestone even if it didn't quite live up to the billing, and 1999 was good as far as it went, but even as a kid I'd figured out that I'd have to settle for 2012 as my closest brush with the ultimate year in rock (since the eternal youth treatments that might have given me the extra century are as conspicuously absent as the rocket cars, hyper-intelligent apes, teleportation and rollerball tournaments). Though it does seem like the elder race of man (is that us?) should be well on its way to destruction by now (oh, right), and maybe someone should start thinking about a charter for that whole Solar Federation thing or at least scoping out a good site for temples at Syrinx, or of Syrinx, or however that works.
Oh well; on the plus side, at least we still have our guitars.
RELATED P.S.: This was always one of my favorite deep B-side selections from the lads in question, and thanks to this posting it's been playing in my brain all day long (and it should explain what the hell I'm talking about if you're not one of the two people who knew right off or the six others who were curious enough to figure it out with Google).
UNRELATED P.S.: On the plus side, this is the last of ten hellish years of having no agreed-upon way to refer to the current decade, followed by two years in pure decadal limbo; thank god that nightmare is nearly over.