Well, what does one say? Let's see:

Something's at the edge of your mind
you don't know what it is
something you were hoping to find
and you're not sure what it is
then you hear the music
and it all comes crystal clear
the music does the talking
says the things you wanna hear
(Triumph)



I like music. All kinds. I grew up in my early years on old country (Conway Twitty, Loretta Lynn, Waylon Jennings, et. al.). When we were very young, we would all pile into the station wagon, and just go cruising around the 610 Loop in Houston, us kids laying in the back looking out at the stars and stuff, with that music playing on the radio. I will still stop channel surfing for a good old country song. Then, in jr. high, I mellowed out. Air Supply, Barry Manilow, Gino Vanelli, the old Hall & Oates. Like, you know, just chillin' stuff. That was VERY hard stuff to try to sing to when your voice is changing, let me tell you! Then, the rebel years. You see, some of the soft-rock was done by bands that had some harder stuff - like the Eagles, or Styx. So I would listen to 95.7 KILT (it used to be a competitor to 101.1 KLOL before it was country, for those that remember), and it just kinda rubbed off. The first time I heard Tom Sawyer (Rush) it was like a drug. Just imagine the intro synth riff - like falling backwards into a 50' vat of jello and slowly sinking to the bottom. But I digress. From there it was a short step to the harder stuff - AC/DC, Nuge, Van Halen, etc.