Those Sweet Melodies

I miss music. I miss how it would seep into my bones, make my blood boil and kill me dead in the best possible way. I miss when lyrics were honest and personal, made you feel like you were getting a piece of your favorite musician; made you feel as if for three minutes and thirty seconds you had a deep and profound connection with Billy Corgan. I miss the intimacy of laying in bed at night with my headphones on with Greg Dulli's voice slinking through my brain, seducing me into believing it was just me, Greg and the night. Does there come a point in one's life when you no longer connect to popular music and clutch possessively to the music of your youth? Does that mean you're officially old when that happens?