I Am A Huge Music Freak, I Love Music

Well it certainly looks like I'm not the only music freak here. How well I remember being around eleven years old, sitting on my bed with my head phones on listening to The Beatles Sgt. Peppers album and looking and reading it cover to cover. Hours would fly by like minutes as I would play album after album and read my Hit Parade magazines. I guess that's why I know the words to so many songs because lyrics to different songs were in the back of Hit Parade. I would cut out pictures and put the posters on my wall while the music from either the radio or record player would play on and on. The weekends I would stay with my sister. She and her husband had albums that they would let me borrow. They knew I would treat them like gold, which that's exactly what they were to me. One particular album she had was by The Who, the name of the album was The Who by numbers. It had the band sorta drawn on the cover but it was the old dot to dot kind, she let me draw the dots together. My dad had left us just a few years before and I used music for my escape from the pain. No one knows how the music that I listened to helped me to cope, not to mention a little help from my friends Mary Jane and crew. Music was and still is a powerful influence in my life. There may be someone reading this that doesn't really know what I'm talking about. If you're one of them let me know, I'd love to turn you on. Peace