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43. See me, feel me, touch me, hear me

I thought that I first heard The Who’s Tommy, on my own, but just recalled that it was my cousin Pam who introduced it to me. I remember sitting in her bedroom listening to the album and crying over poor Tommy’s predicament. Her brother, Jeff, was annoying us by making fun of our tears.

The next time I remember Tommy was when I saw the stage play in London with Tim, George and Candy.

When I met my husband-to-be, he was also a fan of the Who – although not a fan of Tommy so much.

My daughter and I watched the movie on cable a couple of months ago. She loved it so much that we got out our Tommy albums (Dean, the purist, owned the Rock Opera and I’d bought the soundtrack to the film) and listened to them. Clare has since moved on to other music, but the brief interlude where our tastes meshed was sweet.