Thank you for the music (even if I did not really dig it)

Soundtracks to your youth are not produced by the esoteric choices your sub-conscious reaches for in that epic quest to be ‘cool’.

Instead, it’s the blaring sound of shameless popular music that really is accompanying your misguided attempts at finding your place in the world.

So while I’d like to think it was Roy Orbison and Rare Earth that defined my youth, it was in fact, to some extent, Whitney Houston and Madonna.

I cringed at Madonna’s Superbowl performance (while the world, was, for some reason impressed).

And I almost cried for Whitney Houston. I did shed a tear.