Has music transcended age? I went to a Bob Dylan concert this week.

Sat on one side of me were a couple in their 50s, in front of us two teen girls, to the right of them a dad in his 40s and a son in his 20s.

Two rows along a woman had brought her 10-year-old with her – he danced and sang and clapped along throughout. Dylan himself is 74.

I noticed the same thing when Adele’s first single in three years, Hello, was released. Everyone was talking about it.

Kids walking through Cabot Place, my mum in the hairdressers, every other post on social media.

When The Who sang Talkin’ ‘bout My Generation they encapsulated a movement.

A moment of mod subculture, defined, not solely, but largely by age. The generation who came of age in the 1960s.

But in 2015 no single generation holds sole claim to any musical subculture or genre – even One Direction.

I know several 40-year-old fans distraught at the apparent incoming disintegration of the band.

One Direction may be marketed at teen and tween girls, but promoters can’t ringfence music.

The rise of digital MP3s has made recorded music egalitarian. You no longer need to be in The Cavern Club in February 1961 to discover The Beatles.

A quick look at the UK’s Official Singles Chart Top 20 reveals I, as a 35-year-old, own four listed. And I’m not even that into music.

I was always a bit awkward to go to gigs and clubs, intimidated by the infinitely cooler people there.

But the digital democratisation has eradicated social angst. Now no-one need know what you sing into your hairbrush in your bedroom, no matter what age you are.

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