Being the oldest of 5 kids, I never had any older brothers or sisters who turned me onto Led Zeppelin or The Who, or who took me to a Dead show or hipped me to Dylan, or who pontificated on the sophistication of Rush or Genesis. Sure, music was on in the car always, and my parents allegedly saw Hendrix and Deep Purple and loved Motown and the Beatles, but music was not exactly “in the air” in my house growing up. I always had to rely on my Casey Kasem on my radio walkman, Sam Goody at the mall, […]