when i was growing up all i required as a fan was that the artist make good music.
it started and stopped there.
i’d wait years for a new album.
stand in line to buy the CD on release day.
obsess over it front to back, read the lyrics, stare at the art work, try to analyze it.
i got pointed at by a band in the pit once because the singer liked my mohawk and my life was made.
we gotta go back to just enjoying the ride.