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Growing up with my high school years falling in the late 70s and early 80s, my awareness of what was going on in the music world was shaped the same way many others was: through top 40 radio. I leaned more toward the guitar driven rock end of the spectrum, which meant I was pretty much so constantly in awe of a handful of rock stars. Yep, rock stars.
I sort of feel sorry (in the knowing, yet condescending way of a person in his early 50s) for today’s young people. There’s a lot of fantastic music out there, but–and this is just my opinion, which means everything to me–not much of it has any lasting power. By that, I mean, not much will ever be played on “classic rock radio.” Really, will these young people be headlining auditoriums when they’re in their 60s? I think not.
Okay, I digress.
Tonight, I left school much later than I should have (my wife is a personal tax accountant, so it’s the season for late afternoons and solo dinners), and headed out to my neighborhood big-box home improvement store to buy some hardware to install a few birdhouses in my yard. While I was there, I ran into a teacher I know from one of the other schools in my district. She was out (again, well past “quitting time,” whatever that is) shopping for materials so her students could install a frog pond in their outdoor classroom in a few days. As she wheeled her loaded cart away from me, I realized that she’s a rock star. Lasting power–her impact will be felt over the lifetimes of her students.
You know what, I’m surrounded by them. The literacy coach who toils those long hours to be ready for whatever a school full of teachers throws at her. The librarian who works to truly know her craft so she’s able to recommend that just-perfect-for-you book. The teacher/blogger/writer up north who points me in just the right direction with book recommendations and article links. The administrators who lead by example and care more than I ever thought possible. The authors, the environmental educators I call friends, the support staff who give long hours well outside of their job descriptions: Rock Stars.
To all of you, from this kid sitting on his bed with a guitar trying to copy your licks, thank you for what you do. Rock on!