I don’t have a lot to say about this track by the Rolling Stones. I don’t have a lot to say about anything at the moment because of the demands of caring for Aged Parent. It was written by Keith Richard and Mick Jagger, and was released originally on the album 12 x 5 on the London label. But occasionally, I think, did I grow up all wrong? What would have happened if I’d made other choices, bought other shoes, gone out with different people? Should I have had a Saturday job in Boots rather than the Milk Bar, should I have been a rocker, had my ears pierced?
When Grown up (all) Wrong came out in 1964, most of us just thought, rather like the more successful My Generation by the Who, that it was our song. We had grown up all wrong – at least according to Sandra’s dad – and we were proud of it. It’s not the deepest track in the world in terms of lyrics, it could have been more descriptive, with more examples of the exact wrongness of the growing up, but sitting in a dimly lit, cellar coffee bar, nursing a cooling cup of frothy coffee, waiting for the next interesting person to come in and talk about falling off their Lambretta LI, it was good enough.