"I remember when AMERICAN PIE was roaring over my VW radio. I had the world by the tail with my sun-bleached hair flying through the open windows of youth. CRIMSON AND CLOVER played over and over, and Lennon's IMAGINE became the motto for a generation. We set our sites by music. It was somehow celestial, leading us like the pied piper to somewhere...out there where a song could describe, explain, share the joy and the pain we all had in common. I read that George Eliot seemed to be having a mystical experiences while listening to her favorite composers. I can understand that completely. Music is the magic of the spheres no matter the generation. Play it again, and again, and again...." ~ Freda M. Chaney
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