As a veteran of out of fashion life I've come to realize that my obsession with rock'n'roll and my mourning its passing are not really universal. When my tears are shed every time we lose one of my heroes, most folks are just seeing another news story. You get old, you die.
Yeah, it was one thing to lose Buddy and Ritchie as kids, really. Of course the world gasped when John Lennon was gunned down. It shook the world when Elvis died. An era was gone. Now, though, I suppose we're just counting them down.
How lucky am I to have lived through all of this?