Tonight I attended my hometown's Homecoming Celebration with one of my first friends from school. Not only was Rick Springfield playing live, but my trip back to Ferndale was far enough west that I got an Ann Arbor station on the radio which was playing Nina Blackwood's New Wave Nation. Now before the gigantic antennae on Eight Mile Road interfered with the reception, I was completely back in high school on a serious nostalgia trip. I have read that our favorite music through life is what we listened to from age 14-22. It's sad, but pretty true. It at least takes us back to a certain time and place, when your choice in music trumped class and political persuasion. Today I know for sure that people my age are involved in marketing at an executive level, as I hear so many songs from that time on commercials and in films. I wonder if my mix tapes would bring in some cash, especially since I rocked out to the Sparks "I Predict", which appropriately faded on the last lines "... and this song will fade out." Ah, ninth grade. Bartender, a little more rose, please.