My Music Career

As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to just sit around and listen to good music. In my earliest years, which I can barely recall, this would have involved hearing my parents’ original record collection (alas, too sparse to begin with, and too subsequently picked over by my two idiot brothers to be of much use later in life). From there it was cassette tapes; first mainly in my parents’ cars (Graceland and Full Moon Fever featured prominently) and then over time on my own, played out of a tinny boombox that in retrospect resembled the one that got Radio Raheem killed (no Public Enemy in my case, however, at least not back then).1