In the year 2525

Depressing classic. Makes me want to hit the club.

That was one of the most played tunes on the jukebox at the local pizza and beer restaurant when I was in college.

My comment follows remembrances of a club owner here in Detroit who died after owning his club for many years. I stopped in some time after and noticed an urn behind the bar. I asked the barmaid what it was for, she said the family had asked for it to be placed there in remembrance of their loved one.

I'm more concerned about 2017 and 2018. I'm not even worried about 2125.