One night, in seventh grade, I stayed late into the night waiting to record “Another Brick In The Wall” onto a cassette. That year, it was all the rage and I wanted to be able to play it at will. Over and over. As the deejay droned on and Pink Floyd never seemed to some play, I began to randomly tape the songs I liked.
Thirty-four years later, I’m still connecting the musical dots. Enjoy.