As I write this, I’m listening to Frank Zappa’s “Overnight Sensation,” a record I’ve not heard since high school. Something came over me when I looked into a box of records I’d saved for 40 years. Flooded with memories, I knew I had to have a record player. So on Valentines Day, Kate, love of my life (and my “ secret weapon” real estate assistant), gives me an awesome Teac turntable. Now what? I’m assembling a collection of records from my youth. I call the playlist “66 Denton Avenue,” for the house I was raised in. Buffalo Springfield, Cream, Traffic, Procol Harum, Bowie, the Stones, The Who, Mahavishnu Orchestra & on & on. I was listening to some great shit back then. There are so many phases & stages listening to & making music over the years, so it is incredible hearing records from 40 years ago with my current ear for music--as well as the fresh ears of a kid. It even inspired me to reconnect with high school pal Robert Carroll--the music and adventures we shared all blend together now. What a blast. Might just inspire me to make a new record.