I was 14 when it happened. It was February 1971. I shared a bedroom with Kev, my older brother, who is 2 years older than me. The room was small, cramped even, with 2 single beds, a desk and a wardrobe in it. The space between the beds was less than 6 feet wide, and between the desk at the head of the beds and the wardrobe at the end of them, less than 8 feet. On the desk was a record player and speakers. On a shelf above Kev’s bed was a big old valve radio that Dad had brought home from EMI Electronics, where he worked. It was very powerful and would become so important to me over the next few years, as I listened to American Forces Network, broadcasting to U.S troops in Europe. It nourished my love of baseball, listening to live games from exotic places like San Francisco, Los Angeles and my beloved Boston. They also broadcast music programmes, especially in the evening. It was on this beautiful burgundy and cream contraption that I first heard CSNY, Santana and The Grateful Dead and, later on, an amazing single called I Saw The Light by someone » Continue Reading.