In the backseat of my girlfriend's 1951 Pontiac. The only way I could complete the nasty was with the radio playing WLS out of Chicago at full volume as she yodeled in my ear.
When did you know that music was your passion?
Was there a specific moment in your life when you realized that music was your passion? Was there a defining, earth shattering moment while listening to a certain piece of music that stopped you dead in your tracks? For me it was when I was 12 years old. I snuck downstairs into my syster's room while she was out. I used to watch her play records so I new how to turn on the "forbiden" stereo. I took a record from its sleave, put it on the 'table, and dropped the needle. Jimmy Page's opening riff of "Whole Lotta Love" shot through me like a bullet, and I was paralized. At that moment, music sunk its hooks into me and hasn't let go since. What about you?.......