The other day, while shopping for a few items at a local grocery store, the ambient music playing in the background was Pinball Wizard by The Who.
An ancient looking guy walked by, playing air guitar and singing EVERY SINGLE WORD to the song. At first, I was impressed with this older generation’s appreciation of the peak of the Rock ‘n’ Roll era.
Then I started to wonder.
But my mind drifted back to my original purpose and the thoughts receded… for the moment.
The music in this store seems controlled by whatever manager is in charge. One has a distinct preference for country music, another loves jazz, and one loves classic rock.
As the final notes of Wizard faded, the distinctive Jimi Hendrix guitar from Purple Haze took over. Within minutes a woman who looked to be older than dirt came by mouthing the words.
What is this sorcery?
How can all these old people know the songs of my youth so intimately?
It’s one thing to dance to the rhythm of the music, it’s an entirely different matter, one shocking to the soul, that they KNEW the words.
I decided that it must have been the older generation’s surrender to reason. Where once they didn’t appreciate the music, they have now resigned themselves to embracing it in their dotage.
That’s the explanation I’m going with. Nothing else makes sense.
Hey Joe, where you going with the gun in your hand?
