The thing about music

Music. It mattered. It was always there. On turntables, on radios. In cars, on cassettes. In concert venues, when it wasn’t in our living room. We discussed it, argued about it, we didn’t know what to make of people who didn’t like the music we adored. The first rock show I’ve ever seen was Jesus Christ Superstar. I was fourteen and I went along with my twelve-year old sister. My mom and dad allowed us to go, under one condition. I remember my father driving us to the Forum and waiting for us in a restaurant nearby until the show [...]