Part I

Music has always been a very big part of my life. Songs were a way for me to express my mood or feelings at each given time. I love music with lyrics a lot more then just instrumentals – though if you list to John Coltrane and Duke Ellington – words are seldom required. I grew up listening to artists like Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, Elton John (with words always by Bernie Taupin) and so many more – too many to mention.

I was born in 1966  in Brooklyn, New York. That was smack in the middle of one of the most influential decades of the 20th Century. There were assassinations, a “Police action” Vietnam, a lot of hatred and a lot of love. Bras were burned, rocknroll grew up with a bit of an American twang and a British Accent.

I was thinking about what growing up knowing that once you turned 18 years old, you would be drafted into the Army did to ones mindset and outlook. Of course rebellion was ripened by the prospect of being sent away at 18 years of age. The war in Vietnam where kids were going and not coming back, or coming back but never in one piece again, in body and or spirit, was a war that the American people did not rally around. The kids who went there to fight were never appreciated, celebrated, the way they should have been. It wasnt the war that they chose but they went because it was their obligation to serve their country. No arguing about whether the war (or police action or foreign conflict whatever they call it – its a war by any name) was just or not – they went and fought because of their moral and ethical aptitude.

Back to my soundtrack – just wanted to give you a quick backdrop to what was happening while I was a baby. With all the anxiety around during that time period no wonder my generation suffers from anxiety attacks and depression – it was probably instilled in us along with the bottled milk and blaring headlines. There were some Miracles in the 60’s – the Equal Rights Amendment, the trip to the moon, me being born, and of course the “Miracle Met’s of 1969” to cap it all.


Miracle Met’s