Behind Blue Eyes

For as long as I can remember there has always been music playing in my head. Too bad I never learned to make music. But I have been a voracious consumer of it. My older brothers would bring home records from The Beatles, Bob Dylan, I even remember a Woody Guthrie album. Once I was old enough, I bought a zillion records and went to a zillion concerts. I even have the ringing in my ears to remind of many Marshall amplifiers I stood in front of.

After college I started lose interest in much of the popular music and started exploring everything from country to classical. I discovered that I liked just about all of it.

Now I love to discover new music. As it turns out, most of the new music I discover is actually old music. So here is my story.