I graduated high school in 1975 and my college years stretched into the 1980’s. During that span of time my stereo constantly blared the likes of The Who, Led Zepplin, Rolling Stones, Queen, The Eagles, REO Speedwagon, Lynard Skynard, Boston, Aerosmith, The Kinks, Pink Floyd, Bob Seger, BTO, Yes, Steely Dan, Fleetwood Mac, Eric Clapton, Foreigner, Kansas, Steve Miller Band, The Doobie Brothers, The Allman Brothers, Jackson Browne, Jethro Tull, Little River Band, and many, many more! And when I wasn’t lying on my bed at home or in my dorm room listening to this wonderful music, I was screaming at the top of my lungs in front of a stage where artists like ZZ Top, Heart, Van Halen, The Moody Blues, Kiss, Journey, and Bruce Springsteen were doing their best to rupture my ear drums.
It should come as no surprise that the radio station I listen to in my car (94.1 The Point) plays music exclusively from that era. It’s not that I don’t like the music from the four decades since then, I have quite a lot of it in my collection as a matter of fact, but my independence was forged during that period and the soundtrack of its birth will always be special to me.
Something that struck me the other day as I was driving down the highway with Foghat keeping me company, was that 94.1 is deemed a CLASSIC rock & roll station. Sometime between when I was experiencing rock & roll first hand…and now…it transformed into being classic, and I liked that. It got me thinking about my own life, and the life of all of us approaching what is called the golden years, or the autumn of life. When I peek forward into the future I see labels such as aged, decrepit, elderly, feeble, geriatric, retirement age, senility, and senior, being forced upon on all of us. I can tell you right now, I reject all of them.
In a few years when the Social Security checks start coming and the number of daily pills I consume become a meal of its own…don’t brand me as old…instead you can call me…Classic! :)