When I started playing open mics in the Bay Area, I was 11-years-old, and it usually took a fair amount of convincing for older audience members to think of me as anything more than a novelty act. When your voice is higher than a whippoorwill's, the struggle for legitimacy begins to wear on you, so I wrote "Young Enough" to combat this rampant ageism. Anyhow, they say that in show business, you should never follow an animal act or a children's act. I guess the grass is always greener. Enjoy.
Young Enough - Matt Jaffe
Are you ready for your mid-life crisis?
Are you ready for your dream?
Are you ready? My only advice is
Things are never what they seem
Now your hair’s gray, but your birthday
Is no measure of your age
If you’re ready, I’ll hold steady
And we can turn the page
How am I young enough to have no purpose?
How am I young enough to be blind?
How am I young enough to still be worthless?
But old enough to lose my mind?
You can show me, with your diorama
How my thoughts are immature
And I’ll show you, with my camera
Just how small your aperture
You’re just fightin’ to let no light in
Just to tell me what I’m not
But you nary every carry
Any evidence of thought
My birth certificate
Is so irrelevant
If you can’t get over it
You’re young enough to still be blind
If there’s really any storm a-coming
It’s about time that it hit
Just because I’ve gotten used to something
Don’t mean I want more of it
Your false idols, all unbridled
Feel entitled to the throne
Their coronation is devastation
Of every truth I’ve ever known