I had what my granny terms an "old fart moment" a few days ago, and I'm only 27. I was in the car with my nine year old niece, who was prattling on abt her latest boy band obsession. Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" came on the radio and I started singing my guts out. The song finished and I hear this from the backseat: "Oh, that's a great song! Is that new band?"
I gave her a quick rundown of when Queen was and why they aren't making more, then introduced her (via my mp3 player phone) to Pink Floyd, ZZ Top, Styx, and Boston before I dropped her off.