was when i think i heard “Who’s Next”.  it is the definition of instant classic and classic rock.  of course, i consider that title to be a good thing.

i/we might not have known what he meant by every single phrase, but goddamit we knew he was talking to us.

“out here in the fields”.  how could he not mean us?

“i don’t need to be forgiven”.  from his guitar to my ear, written in blood.

i always thought of pete as looking out over a sea of the hypnotized, who, as he taught us, never lie, when he wrote:

teenage wasteland
it’s only teenage wasteland.

so goddamit:

sally take my hand
we’ll travel south cross land
because
the exodus is here
the happy ones are near

he was noodling around with a new little toy and it was sexy/anger/freedom:

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