I had a pacemaker installed after I was diagnosed with atrial fibrillation a few years ago. Since then I've had it replaced once. Actually what I have just under the skin and above my heart is called an Implanted Cardioverter Defibrillator. But everyone just calls it a pacemaker.
About every three months a guy from the manufacturing company runs a check on it to make sure it's still operational. That happened today. No problems. Everything intact and working correctly. He did say that the machine indicated I had no natural heartbeat. I responded to that with "let's be sure we keep that pacemaker working then."
Frequently the medics ask me if I feel better. I always say the same thing. I never even knew I had the atrial fibrillation before it was diagnosed and nothing has made me feel any better.
The guy who checked me today said "in this business, no news is good news."
So I keep on (artificially) beating along.
All of which reminded me of this band.
I don't know whether any of those young men have ever had heart problems that caused them to have pacemakers installed.
But they sure have gotten older.
Same band, same song . . . different era.