why am i here?

I really don't know. I always liked music, I guess. My parents have plenty of pictures of me with the headphones singing Christopher Cross, but how it leads here..We listned to all kinds of stuff. I liked the radio, I remember Blondie, Kool and the Gang, Billy Joel, Rita Coolidge (?!) Paul Mccartney, Elton John all from the radio. j104.Mom and dad were into stuff totally out of their demographic, Glenn Miller, Woody Herman, Count Basie, Louis Armstrong, Nat King Cole, and the lot. I still know all the words to songs like 'Pennsylvania 6500' and 'Dont Sit Under the Apple Tree with Anyone Else But Me' all that stuff. But dad liked rock and roll, too. Led Zeppelin, Blood, Sweat and Tears, Edgar Winter, The Rolling Stones, Beatles, Iron Butterfly, The Ventures, Jesus Christ Superstar. All that, too. O yeah, and lets not forget the original krisskross, sailing takes me away too, bitch. Whatever, so that stuff was around, like every day.My dad had some el cheapo electric guitar under the stairs in the basement. It was the coolest shit on earth. I begged, pleaded, promised tasks and complete allegiance forever to the throne of Gilpin if foro nly one brief evening we could get out the electric guitar so I could wail. Only thing was the amp didnt really work well, it had a short in the c(h)ord, and I got bored real quick. Oh yeah and mom had an auto harp and a flute i guess she could play in the band in some far away galaxy in the sixties in the mountains. I thought the autoharp was some cool shit too. But it was even more closely guarded than the guitar, and it wasnt even electric. So go figure. And things were real quiet for several of the wonder years growing up. My moms parents listned to country and dads didnt listen to anything except Jack van Impe, fun.note: I forget things quickly because i don't think about them again when their relevance has passed, kind of like the first thirty years of my life, so occasionally the timeline will be a bit, um, skewed (ed.)Until I was three we lived on the same piece of land as my moms parents. My mothers younger brother was fourteen when I was born. He was fourteen in july1974. Um, the Who, Led Zep for sure, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Wings, Neil Young, ZZ Top, Blue Oyster Cult, ya feel me? I heard all that shit before I could walk or talk! And with the volume turned up to the sky, always. My pawpaw would yell and holler and everything else, but man that shit was cool, too. I could eat in front of the tv in his room with the sound turned down while it all played around me, loud. Super cool. Thats where the music bug came from. Years later (high school ) all those memories were marred forever by someone close to me, but later for that. Anyway I gotta go. We'll pick it up later.