Now it's just music. Sweet, beautiful music. Donna the Buffalo can leave me in a trance and Pete and Maura and Rad can still bring me to my feet. Every once in awhile some John Moreland will knock me off those same feet.
As a social phenomena, however, rock'n'roll is done with me. It has had more to do with making me who I am than school. More than church. Marriage, romance, friendship and fashion.
I'm left with the shell of an old man shaped by what Elvis did, what the Beatles played, what Bob wrote and what Chuck showed me. Grandma and mom provided unlimited, unconditional love that held it all together for me, even during dark days. They're gone but the love's not.