Old Enough to Forget

At the risk of seeming like a Luddite, I was never a big fan of The Who. Sure, there are a lot of songs I like ... I mean a lot, but for whatever reason I just never think of them when I think of my favourite bands. I'd seen Roger's solo albums in the racks as a kid, and he had some cool covers, and I did own a couple of his solo efforts on CD. I really liked Under a Raging Moon , and to a lesser extent Rocks in the Head . The other day, in between a couple of old Leo Sayer albums and a badly beat-up Rick Wakeman record (that looks really cool, but is unplayable), there staring at me with his piercing blue eyes was a rather young (still under 30) Roger Daltrey looking sultry with his wondrous curly mane haloed from behind. "Buy me," he said. "I'm only a dollar, buy me." So I put down my loonie and went to walk out, but was told I was short the tax. Dang, and we don't have pennies anymore either, so I ended up looking for more stuff to justify using m...