Once we reach the ripe old age of thirty-five most of us stop listening to our favorite tunes. It’s a fact. Is this because we have lost all interest in music? No, of course not. We are simply living through a gradual shift in our priorities. Perhaps we have chosen to settle in to married life, complete with a young family, a mortgage, along with considerable responsibilities far removed from sports bars, sporty cars, sporty women and other seductive distractions of a single life. Including music. It is an acknowledged truth, as well as the first commandment of married life, that certain self-indulgence (along with various delightful diversions) must be set aside until age forty-five or until such time as the last of the brood leaves home – or the onset of a mid-life crisis – whichever com

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