Evolution of a Musician Part 2
The Listening Years… Up until February of 1964 (when I was 7), music just didn’t really mean much to me. On that particular night, we were at my grandparents house in Los Gatos, California, and …
Dancing with Heavy Machinery
Did I say I never get to watch movies? Well, not entirely true. I love movies so much that I generally won’t watch them if I can’t arrange to sit through a film in its …