Im going to admit something very embarrassing here. My first concert? 10 years old, Cindy Lauper. It was my sister's bday present and my Mom took us all. My second concert? 12 years old. Jimmy Page (Outrider). The red double neck guitar. I remember the audience full of smoke, and a funky weird smell (hehe), then everybody went nuts when this guy came on stage with long blond hair. My Dad took me. Your time is gonna come, Travelin Riverside Blues, Kashmir... almost every song has a memory attached. My first BJ I received while driving? The girl's head was bobbing in time to dyer maker... (i started laughing and she didnt know why)... drove from NM to MA by myself when I was 18, NONSTOP. Your time is gonna come was on when I arrived in Worcester. All the classics remind me of my childhood. Now I watch The song remains the same on my bigscreen TV as an adult. I dont see how any other music could ever be such a big part of my life.
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