Where were you in '62?  On the last morning in November of that year, I was making my entrance 

into the world.

My earliest memories are of music coming out of a magical machine on which a shiny, black circle would spin.  The sounds it made!

I also remember at some point having my very 

own kiddie record player and records.  Soon afterward, my parents decided I could have a "real" title; their worn out copy of a Herb Alpert album.  (A&M already had me hooked.)  Even with all the pops and scratches in the vinyl, the song "The Lonely Bull" was my favorite.  I played it over and over.  Only that track. <grin>

Music has always been an important part of my life.  It has helped me get through tough times and has also brought me indescribable joy.  I can't imagine a world without it. 

To Roger and Supertramp:  thanks for making that part of my world even better.