Circa early 80s
Of course laying on my brothers bed, not mine. And probably headphones stolen from my brother. Sorry Drew.
This is where it all begins. Laying on your bed as a child and going off to distant lands without even leaving your room. That’s what happened to me. I am sure it happened to so many others. Music is a powerful force. It is the universal language. I can still hear the tape hiss from the 2 inch, that was used to record, coming through those headphones. Like it was yesterday. It transferred to the vinyl pressing. That is what is so beautiful about the record/tape and so cold about Digital. It’s all about the canvas it was painted on. Could you imagine Da Vinci’s “Madonna on the Rocks” painted on cardboard? Or better yet, nothing at all. That’s what we get when we get digital music. Cold. Sterile. Gotta have the tape hiss or there is no warmth… If I could only turn back the hands of time. I can almost bet my life that what music was being played here, in this photo, was Jean Luc Ponty’s “Cosmic Messenger”