Where were you in '62? On the last morning in November of that year, I was making my entrance into the world. My earliest memories are of music coming out of a magical machine on which a shiny, black circle would spin. The sounds it made!
I also remember at some point having my very own record player and records. Soon afterward, my parents decided I could have a "real" title; their worn out copy of a Herb Alpert album. (A&M already had me hooked.) Even with all the pops and scratches in the vinyl, the song "The Lonely Bull" was my favorite. I played it over and over. Only that track. <grin>
I inherited my love of music from my father, who played string bass for singer Steve Lawrence while serving in the U.S. Army. As a toddler, I remember hearing my dad play albums by The Lettermen, The Vogues, Glen Campbell, a various artist LP called "The Sound of Genius"(an incredible classical collection that I now own and hold dear to my heart today), and many more.
Music has always been an important part of my life. I performed in stage band on keyboards while in high school and I have memories that will last a lifetime. This universal language has gotten me through tough times and has also filled me with indescribable joy. I can't imagine a world without it.
To Roger and Supertramp: thanks for making that part of my world even better.
"Be not afraid;
The isle is full of noises
Sound, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twanging instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices"