I love reggae. When I post a photo online that could take a song, I always choose a reggae tune. Even if it isn't popular or a hit. And from an obscure musician. Possibly Jamaican.
Art, and music, can help a person to stay young a bit longer, even when the body is falling apart. Yesterday I talked with my daughter about how I now see the aging process.
"Some women say they're attracted to older men, but I never heard one say they're attracted to old men."
"Well, that would sound a little rude."
"Okay," I sort of agreed. "But my brother Mike turned 80 yesterday. He's no longer an older man. Now he's an old man. Eighty is for me the line in the sand. It separates older from old. And why should the word old be automatically bad? Even though it takes a few more years to fully realize what's happened. By 83 you are aware that your eighties have marked you as officially old. There's no longer any doubt."