I was thinking over the weekend how the events of youth can cast a long shadow into adulthood. Or if shadow is too negative a term, how strongly we are influenced by some of those now far distant events.
I had a nostalgic poke through dads old record collection - much as I used to… Who could forget discovering the Tull - Aqualung and BoureĆ©, Fleetwood Mac, Rodriguez floating in the bubble on the Cold Fact cover or floating away with Heikki's Suburbia Bus Tour ride. The warm fuzzy of finding the burnt hombre cover of "Nancy and Lee" . I remember lying on my bedroom floor listening to Lee Hazlewood trying to hit the high notes and tapping my finger to Jakson. Did anybody actually take off their cloths to Peter Starstedt?.
Probably feeling a bit sad about dad had me reaching back in time to happy childhood days and thinking just for a moment how my kids may never have the pleasure if flicking through my record collection - It's all on the iPod.
(p.s. - I was trying to do the iPod silhouette but you can't see the iPod headphone wires in the pic. FAIL)

