I’m 36 years old, but sometimes I feel much older.
Last weekend, for example, I was interviewing professional ice dancer Kim Navarro of Santa Rosa over the phone after she and her partner, Brent Bommentre, won the bronze medal at the U.S. Figure Skating Championships in Cleveland.
Navarro was telling me how energized the crowd was by their free-dance performance. It was real up-tempo, she explained. Naturally, I asked Navarro what music accompanied the performance.
“Fatboy Slim,” Navarro said. “We had ‘Rockafella Skank, ‘Weapon of Choice’ and ‘Soul Surfing.'”
I must have paused — I wouldn’t recognize Fatboy Slim if he was typing right next to me — because Navarro asked me if I knew who Fatboy Slim was.
“I’ve heard of him,” I said, truthfully but lamely, “but that’s about it.”
In my notebook, by the way, I had written, incorrectly, “Fat Boy Slim” and “Rockefeller Skank.”
In my defense, I can spell B-r-u-c-e S-p-r-i-n-g-s-t-e-e-n.