To finish: Passenger with two. The first, defiance. His song, 27, could be any youth's song of rebellion, purpose, and lament loaded with desire. That trail I walked listening to Adele, I danced to with this song. Such courage, such assuredness, such strength!
Passenger made me feel every bit of what our twenties were like. Sometimes singing to the trees and sky, I could be young all over again. I love this song.
But then, I also love his song When We Were Young. Passenger is young but conveys all we might be when old. We look back, at 27, at 67, and, hopefully, even at 87 and we remember. We know. Our life. In all its iterations it is ours to live and remember.
With friends near, beer in hand, and music in the air, it's ours.
Remember When We Were Young
