Aw, memories. Mine get hazier by the day due to age and certain “lifestyle” choices I have made over the years. I used to be cool (I think) and I used to listen to good music before my responsibilities got in the way. However, my sweet neighbor kid is in high school and he always enthusiastically shares what he is listening to with me. He is crazy for Jay Z. Crazy on the way that only a teenager can be for music. Before pretension, before bitterness, and before life attaches too many memories to your music.
I love it when I hear him singing this in the hallway:
So Crasstalk, what was your favorite band or artist in high school. Who spoke to your little rocker?
Here’s mine, hands down.
All right, you know what to do.
