Do you remember the first time you really clicked with music? I remember being on a family vacation at 9 or 10, getting some sort of random Beatles “Hits” cassette tape at whatever gas station, and playing it nonstop in my off-brand Walkman. That was the first time I really felt music in my bones, and to this day few things are as exciting as finding a new song to love.
That is totally a win. I love being able to humblebrag to my kids’ friends that I saw Radiohead a couple of times on their Kid A tour. Knowing my dad saw Sly and the Family Stone in concert kind of blows my mind.