Autumn has always been a bittersweet time for me. Great memories of people and places that are long gone. Some days, it literally hurts to remember. That's where the music comes in. Like a balm for the soul, the music takes the pain away. Don't mourn the loss of your best friend! Instead, peruse the kraut rock artists he so loved. Suddenly bummed because you realize that your dead friend's kids are now in their thirties? Tune in to the blues rock he turned you on to. Shocked to learn that the place where you lost your virginity is now a friggin' strip mall? Once again, dive into the music and the various tunes that were playing when you, um, had your fun.
Change sucks. Sure, it's inevitable. But it doesn't make it suck any less. And, since I don't abuse drugs or alcohol, or womanize, or indulge in any other vices, the only thing that gets me through is my music. Music defines me. Pick a year. Hell, pick a month! And I will recall the soundscape from that time in my life, and, through the songs, I'll remember a time when I wasn't saddled with the worries and regrets of a middle-aged man.