For anyone that wants to look ahead…or look back, this is a rather good—albeit with too many British references (but one can interpolate)—assessment of becoming older.
_ I like to think the song that defines me is “18 til I die”, not because I feel young for my age, but rather because I was just as boring at the young age. Through the years, my eclectic taste for music has remained unchanged and difficult to classify. I pick and chose what pleases me and feel no need to explain. (The only genre I loath is rap and have yet to hear a single verse that does not sicken me...but that is another issue.)
Occasionally, I like a popular song, which many might find peculiar. For example, I like several songs by Adele. Given her popularity, I can feel “hip”. I was pleased to learn that she had won so many prizes at the recent Grammy Awards. It made me feel like the song mentioned in the first paragraph...until I noticed a piece in the New Yorker about the leading female vocalists. It read:
"Adele’s impeccably sung collection of unperturbing soul, “21,” released in February, will almost certainly be the year’s biggest-selling album. Her career is likely to be long, because she is selling to the demographic that decides American elections: middle-aged moms who don’t know how to pirate music and will drive to Starbucks when they need to buy it. The rest of the population has Gaga and Beyoncé."
I guess that I made a mistake, because I cannot identify with the demographic described here. I will have to keep my likes to myself, out of fear of being misunderstood or guilty by association.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.