Some music ages so well...

I'm up at 5:30am every morning for a 5K run. This morning my legs were stiff and my thighs burning from extra mileage I put in over the weekend. As I rounded the last bend and mustered strength for one more hill, The Who's Tommy pounded through my iPod;

Listening to you,

I get the music.

Gazing at you,

I get the heat.

Following you,

I climb the mountains.

I get excitement at your feet.

Right behind you,

I see the millions.

On you,

I see the glory.

From you,

I get opinions.

From you,

I get the story. 

The music made me come alive and I charged up the hill and sprinted to the finish as if I was on fresh legs. I was only nine years old when The Who recorded Tommy. I knew virtually nothing about it until a decade later in college. I liked it, but not enough to buy a copy. Now thirty years later, and more than forty since the album's release, I catching up with it again. Some music ages really well.