I let an eighteen-year-old girl do my hair today. She’s actually quite good, advanced for her level, her instructor says. However, she’s still 18. For sure.
18: So, do you like music?
Me: Definitely. Just about everything, too. How about you?
18: Oh, I love music. All kinds, too. Music is my life!
Me: Really?
18: Yes, I love it!
Me: Any favorites?
18: I love Rock the most!
Me: Oh yeah, like what?
18: Ummm, like Nickelback. And Hinder! I really like them! What about you?
Me: Yeah, there are a lot of good newer bands. I guess I like some older ones, too, though. And I grew up on Classic Rock, so I’m partial to that.
18: Classic Rock?
Me: Yeah, you know… Led Zeppelin? Queen? Aerosmith?
18: Umm, kinda. Like I think I know Aerosmith… what are their songs I would know?
Me: What will she know? Hmmm? Well, they have quite a few. Maybe you’ve heard Sweet Emotion? or Crazy? Jaded?
Silence…
Crickets…
18: Oh, are those the guys with like, all the hair and stuff?
Me: Yeah, a lot of hair.
Yeah, I know not everyone has to know Classic Rock. Even if “music is your life!”