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Rebellious No More

music02_1 fdpBack in the day (you know, in the early 80’s), my high school/college friends and I thought we were youthful rebels with our rock music.

I’ve always been someone who couldn’t pretend that I liked something if I didn’t, and I didn’t just like rock music, I loved it. I used to say, “I don’t care how old I get, I’ll always be a rocker.” All the while thinking that rock was only for young people, and I planned to be rocking with a wrinkly ass at age eighty-five.

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