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is being sixteen years old and in love with music the best feeling in the world?

 probably.

 I’ve written similar things to this so many fucking times, but it just always seems to make sense. Truly loving a song before nostalgia kicks in, might actually be one of life’s greatest pleasures. Because as much as we love our nostalgia, it’s really a perversion… an illusion.

 I think sixteen might be the perfect age for the feeling of nostalgia free love of a song too. Not yet corrupted by the cynicsm of adulthood, but old enought to really feel like whatever Robert Plant, Kurt Cobain, Benjamin Gibbard or _______________ is saying belongs to you. Making more occasional trips to concerts generally at major venues… or visiting the local underground venues listening to terrible songs by band no one had ever heard of.

To look back on them now fills you with a very warm, commemorative feeling. One that will grow in fortitude until you suddenly become ‘that dad’ or ‘that grandpa’ telling your offspring “you know, I was around when ‘we looked like giants’ came out”

 To hear a song from your 16yrold life as a grown up (or even as a 17yrold) on an ipod, removed from the original situation that made it all so special… just isn’t the same.

Maybe if I was 16 when Cobain died, I’d love Nirvana. And who wouldn’t love to love Nirvana?

We are all we have in every specific moment. It’s not enough to say ‘we did it’ we have to say we did it ‘then’. If you get a degree, for example… but the industry in which your degree pertains to changes drastically the year after you graduate. You are still a graduate… but you are not the same.

So love what you love not only because you know that you love it. Love it because you have it now. You could have been experiencing it so much differently (and will) as each moment passes.