by Michael Viola

Created on: January 19, 2011

                We had only been dating for three, maybe four weeks.  Yet, even in that short period we spent much of it together. We did a lot of things those first few weeks.  We would listen to music at this local bar on Thursdays.  Friday’s were spent ordering Pizza and watching movies- as an aspiring film maker I found it totally unacceptable that she hadn’t seen so many of the classics.  Food was also important.  On Saturday’s we would often find some kind of restaurant that we didn’t have the guts to go to alone, believing that the power of two would somehow make inedible edible.   After a month, I knew it was time to introduce her to my family.  It was a three hour drive from Virginia to New Jersey- a long time to spend in a confined space.  But that was ok because I had my music.

                I’ve loved music for as long as I can remember.  I know what you’re thinking, who doesn’t like music? That’s a fair point, but I love music.  I have these images in my head of being a 4 year old kid sitting next to his father as he played record after record.  Everything was listened to.  There was Joe Cocker and The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen, Ray Charles and Otis Redding, and of course there were The Beatles.  We weren’t what you would describe as a musical family.  None of us actually played any music, but we were certainly music aficionados.  

                My taste in music often made me the odd one amongst my friends.  While many of them had begun latching onto this up and coming form of music called hip-hop, I stayed true to my roots and soldiered on, engulfing myself in any and every thing that was rock-n-roll.  As I mentioned earlier, I had always listened to The Beatles.  In my household, it was impossible not to as my father often filled the house with Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club on those dull Saturday afternoons.  But to be honest, I hadn’t fallen in love with The Beatles quite yet.  I was young, and frankly, the rhythms of The Rolling Stones had captured my imagination much more at the time.  In reality, I didn’t

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