7

I remember being 7 in 1979 and thinking “Wow, I’m 7 years old and I was born on the 7th day of this month, how cool is that?”

I remember being 8 in 1980 and feeling like my purpose had passed.

Then when I was 14 in 1986, I heard some kids blasting Beastie Boys at the beach, I remember thinking it was too LOUD and the music was shit. That was my first solo vacation, one afternoon at the local beach, all by myself, already overthinking shit. Listening to whatever vinyls the public library had, mostly white soul like Hall ’n Oates or black grooves like Sam Cooke. That was my thing and those songs ended up on compilation cassettes that I wish I still had.

But less about me later.