Recently, I joined about 1,500 people in a cultural experience that reflected our age — a concert devoted to songs by Linda Ronstadt.

When I bought the tickets, I didn’t think of it as a sentimental journey — the concert wasn’t delivered by an impressionist, à la Elvis, or a tribute band such as Bohemian Queen. But once inside the lobby at the 2,500-seat Northern Alberta Jubilee Auditorium in Edmonton, it became apparent that nostalgia was a key component of the evening, which was attended not exclusively, but largely, by people with wrinkles.