Seeing my sisters this week reminded me how different my life as a child was from what it has been as an adult. I grew up in Royal Oak and Bay City, Michigan -- a suburb and a small town. In both places there were large open fields out back -- places to run around, get stung by bees, see snakes, shoot birds, and so on.
So I have always thought of myself as a country boy, even though I was never one, really. Especially not the racist kind. But I loved country music the first time I heard it, which was probably the old Hank Williams tunes. There was some radio station I found on the radio in Michigan and I listened to it a lot.
Then, by about age 8, rock had taken over. I heard Elvis.
Before college, the Beatles and Motown took over. I was taken by that too.
As an adult, here in San Francisco, I went to small joints to see the likes of Hoyt Axton, Jerry Garcia and others. Folk music, deadhead music, Part McCartney.
All of my life, I have listened to music, but these days I have stopped. My CD player is broken and must be thrown away.
But I can still listen on my computer.
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