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"

                                                          -Shakespeare