There has always been more than a passing interest in all of the sounds around me, and I was never content to just accept what was placed, or played, in front of me.
I’m really not sure where or when it all started.
Was it during those high school days when I first got bit by the music bug or did it begin years earlier when I used to sit on the floor in front of my parent’s record collection and play whichever ones had the most interesting covers?
It was definitely the album art that hooked me, but it was the sounds I found that kept me coming back for more.
The spin of the vinyl created a sort of siren’s song for me, and I still have not escaped.