It Comes to This . . .

After so many decades of seeking out the edgiest new wave, punk, ska, alternative rock, progressive rock, Celtic folk, bluegrass, heavy metal, acid jazz, jazz fusion, and any possible variation of musical fusions, it finally comes down to this: 

When I sit down to read, or to write, or to simply stare off into space while smoking my trusty Peterson pipe, filled with a pinch of glorious Erinmore Mixture, I now instinctively turn to my old CD's by the Electric Light Orchestra. 

Is it that I'm too old? Have I lost my mojo? Will I soon be scanning the obituary columns? 

I honestly no longer care what it says about me. I know what I like. I have also learned to be happy to let you like whatever it is that you happen to like. 

Is this what they call growing up? It's not half bad. Too bad it took so long. 

—4/2017