Dept. of Tunes - The late teens

Those last teenage years start with a scream. Alice Cooper's I'm Eighteen grabbed that age with broad, crashing chords and trails off with a haunting organ solo. I don't know what eighteen-year-old girls felt or feel, but suspect that the milestone is all testosterone-driven. It's something about breaking free.

Breaking free.

Just like Wile E. Coyote running off a cliff.

And then you realize that you're 20. You can't be where you were, on Sugar Mountain, and you aren't where you're going to be.

You're in mid-air.

Yikes.