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Columns The Hofverberg Column 30 is the new 40… in StockTown
Columns The Hofverberg Column 30 is the new 40… in StockTown
| 30 is the new 40… in StockTown |
| Saturday, 21 November 2009 11:55 |
  That brotha Hova have said that 30 is the new 20 and that may be true, but not in StockTown a.k.a. Stockholm. Here 30 is the new 40. And I love it. And I hate it. Maybe it’s the Henny penetrating my veins as I’m writing this but I just got home from a great night out on the town with one of my best friends. This night I heard DJ Vietnaam play some classic hip hop tracks at Obaren, I scooped up the atmosphere at East while reminiscing how it was there back in the days, and then I got real live at Berns hearing Zoulias and DJ Taro spinning the club-bangers at Berns. I felt young. And I felt old. Young because me and my buddy still managed to dance just as good (or maybe even better) and just as much as the 20 something folks that were surrounding us on the dance floor. We really brought it to ‘em, and I really don’t see the necessity to tell ‘em we have to sleep for ten hours tomorrow just to get our strength back. And we got the looks from the ladies, from the young ladies and the too young ladies! And no, I’m not trying to brag or establish us as some P.I.M.P’s . We’re both settled down with our ladies and happily so. I’m just stating the facts of life in Stockholm, Sweden, for some 30 something year old black men. I felt old because most of the people out there were at least five to ten years younger than me. That’s the way it usually is in Stockholm, especially if you like r’n’b and hip hop. But tell me, why does it have to be that way? Why is it that in Stockholm you get that “Been there, done that” -feeling every time you step out on the town as a 30 something year old? Is it the new stages in life that you’ve already entered or are about to enter? Or is it the Swedish discrimination factor narrowing down the options of clubs you as a black person can go to and be somewhat sure you’ll be let into? Or maybe, just maybe, is it the fact that you’re really getting older? Maybe all of the above or maybe just one or two of these things. One thing I do know is that when I got home I received as text message from another very dear friend of mine, saying he had just became a father to a healthy baby girl. Then I felt happy and somewhat envious (since I’m really longing for a child of my one). But most of all… I felt like a man.
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