One of the first memories I have of music, is seeing my father come home from work every night and installing himself in his favourite armchair in front of the stereo, where he would sit, tune into the FM band on the radio and just listen with one finger paused over the record button of his Sony TC-134SD cassette-corder waiting to capture a sound that pushed all the right buttons. if i close my eyes I can still see the VU meters illuminating the darkness until this very day. There was something magical happening here, sound transmitted through the atmosphere and re-assembled ready for consumption by the eager listener. I still have some of the tapes that he compiled, an eclectic mix of Beatles, Gino Vannelli, Jean Michel Jarre, Bob Marley, Bee Gee’s to name but a few … My mother was strictly Frank Sinatra & Johhny Mathis, with the odd Hollywood musical number thrown in for good measure.

We all have the famous RCA Victor image of the dog staring into the gramophone ingrained into our cultural memory … well, that was me, hooked, I had to learn what was going on here, and I was going to stare into that cone for as long as it took to find out.

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