There is a battle being waged, my friends, and it’s all in my head. Do I write something or stay silent?
One of the perks of my teen obsession with The Hooters is that love lead me to new types of music I hadn’t heard, like ska and reggae. This revelation brings me to a great concert featuring two bands I really liked.
I’m little and I play piano and, when wanting to join the band, the director suggests percussion. Visions of me playing all the instruments in that section that utilize my piano experience dance in his head. I go along, because the one drummer is really cute.
A little purple man writes one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. His record, then cassette, then CD are some of the first non-Smurf and -Muppet related music purchases I ever make. He’s Prince. He can do no wrong. And he writes tunes and plays guitar like no one else.