Our Hannah is a massive Shawn Mendes fan and is very excited about him releasing new music later this year. She eats, sleeps and breathes Mr. Mendes who does appear to be an excellent role model to his army of fans. Fionnuala and I fully understand given our own teenage infatuations with Bros and Belinda Carlisle respectively. Did I ever tell you about the time Belinda Carlisle spat on me? Now there’s a story.
The new music will of course be downloaded and free of charge. Straight to her phone. How times have changed? I remember when I was a teenager and one of my favourite artists was releasing new music. I had to (shock, horror) leave the house, walk to my local record shop and hunt through racks of cassette tapes to find the one I was after. This was waaaaay before CD’s. Don’t you remember the joy of untangling a cassette tape with the stub of a pencil?
I then had to pay for the aforementioned music. Yes, pay. With money. Real money. Notes and coins. There were no debit or credit cards. I scrimped and saved my pocket money until I had enough to venture out of my bedroom. With said purchase complete I’d retire again to the bedroom where I would blast bass and drums through my mighty speakers, play air guitar and act the rock god until my mother banged the ceiling with a brush and told me to catch myself on.
Music is music, it’s just the means by which we listen to it that has changed. But it stirs the same emotions in people that it has for millennia. It’s a common thread that connects us all through the ages. We are all different but, at the same time, so very similar. I look forward to the day when our grandchildren are doing likewise. Probably via some microchip inserted under their skin or a hologram concert beaded live into their rooms.