Everyone has a connection to his music regardless of age or what you’re into. It crosses so many boundaries and builds so many bridges. My Dad recently told me about the time he and his friends went to see him live back in the day, and they got so drunk on the trek up from Croydon they fell asleep on the grass outside the venue and missed half the gig. The Christmas Eve just gone we were in a bar in Florida and “Heroes” came on the jukebox, and my old man popped out a convincing air guitar on a near by pool table. Robert Fripp played that guitar originally. So if I have to pick, “Heroes” it is. But just for one day.