It stopped me in my tracks.
I walked over and sat down on the floor right in front of the speakers. I was in love. The song was courtesy of my dad's reel to reel player. Years before, he had recorded a "top 100 rock-n-roll songs" type of show while he was in the military. There was no radio station to speak of in the little town I grew up in, and my parent's music collection, and the music I heard in church was the only music I ever heard. Usually, my parents would play things like Ann Murray, or the Carpenters.
He was unlike anything I had ever experienced (pun intended). He was vital. Alive. Dripping with emotion. (read more)