Thank you for reading my /naq page! (Never Asked Questions— my lame name for an About page.) But me cool? I don’t think so. Pretty much everyone here is smarter and funnier than me, and has much more visual style. You all amaze me.
Funny you should mention The Beatles and The Who in particular. The Beatles were my first musical passion, and for my wife, it was The Who. The love for your favorite bands grows deeper over time because you find more things to love, and you mark different milestones in your life with the music.
You see things from different perspectives too. I remember being in my early 40s when I realized that I’d already lived longer than John Lennon, who died at 40. I realized for the first time how incredibly young 40 is. I also came to appreciate that, even though John could be cruel and violent, he never stopped trying to be better. He got into therapy, was open about his flaws, and took practical steps to change his life. I identified with him more, and he inspired me in ways that he couldn’t have before I turned 40.
Every time I hear fireworks, it reminds me of the end of "Penny Lane." I get chills remembering that this song has been burned into my nerves for most of my life. These things sneak up on you and remind you that you’ve gotten this far, and your favorite songs are part of the reason why.
There are also things I like less, tbh. I used to love “Taxman,” but today, if I hear another rich white guy whine about paying too much in taxes, I swear I’m gonna scream. Overall though, the changes in perspective have given me a lot MORE ways to love music.
A few years ago, my wife and I went back to visit her mother. We were flipping through some of her old Who albums (my wife, not her mother), and out of one of them slipped a yellowed page — she’d typed out the lyrics to the all the songs on all the albums! This was in the days of typewriters, and I couldn’t even imagine how long it had taken. I’d already loved The Who, mind you, but I loved them even more for inspiring that kind of passion in this woman that I love so much. And I found a new thing to love about her, too.
That’s what happens. The music builds love on top of love.
If you’re a teenager now, by the time you’re 50, you’re going to be inundated with headlines that say, “It was 80 years ago today, Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play!” You’ll be celebrating David Bowie's 100th birthday. (Hopefully David and I will both be there to celebrate with you.) Maybe by the time you're my age, your daughter will have borne your first granddaughter and decided to name her Ringo. LOL It could be anything, but things will keep happening to make your love deeper.
And then there’s the chance to talk about music with someone new. Sometimes it’s people older than me, including some I’ve met on tumblr. Sometimes it’s people younger than me, sometimes a LOT younger than me. Keep talking about music you love, keep listening to other people tell stories about the music they love, and it all keeps finding new life.
So thank you, dear Anon, for giving me another chance to talk about all this again. It’s probably more than you wanted to know, but it’s a lot less than what I’m feeling. It’s overwhelming sometimes. I promise you, once this kind of fire starts burning in you, it never stops.
Well said, kindred spirit.