The Who

The day I fell in love with The Who was July 1, 2005. (I think. I’m sure of the day, but not of the year. If it was 2005, I would have been fifteen years old). It was Canada Day, and my family was going somewhere in our van, which had a built-in DVD player. My brother brought along his Live at Leeds DVD, and we watched it. I remember feeling very uncomfortable with their explicit lyrics like:

We need water
Good, good water
We need water
And maybe somebody’s daughter
The Who, “Water”

Before I was into the Who, my mom would always tell me I would like the movie Tommy, and she said she remembered this one scene in a white room with beans.