My husband is bouncing around youtube.

He'd caught my attention with an acoustic "We're Not Gonna Take It" that Dee did with Criss Angel for Angel's nonprofit, HELP. My husband may not be able to comprehend - because I can't express - how much it means to me to have grown up in an era in which the guitars sounded like they did in the 80s through mid-90s (even if there was no guitar in the aforementioned anthem), but he does recognize that hearing it makes my heart sing. I miss those days. They certainly were not carefree; every move we make is life-changing and life-shaping, but the music from those days changed me as much as the first books I ever read.

As I began typing this post, we were listening to Page play "The Immigrant Song." No matter how long I live, I will never, in any medium, create anything that amazing. It is utterly humbling and when I thought about it, I realized that, to paraphrase Jonas Maines, I'm not crying, just allergic to emotions.