Even if we live to be a hundred, the first twenty five years are the longest half of our lives. They appear so while they are passing; they seem to have been so as we look back on them; and they take up more room in our memories than all the years that succeed them.
– paraphrased from a quote by Robert Southey, English Romantic Poet
To me it seems it was ten years absorbing; followed by fifteen years of knowing everything; followed by the rest of your life wondering what happened.
How could those fifteen best years not have been great – and unforgettable – with music like this?
Vrystaat Confessions 