Way too many to be listened to in a lifetime…
John Hopkins
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That is so true! And like the song goes:

“Music was my first Love and it will be my last.”

Ha, ha,ha, I am imagining each of us sitting parallel in our respective breaks playing music in our heads! At one point I knew all the lyrics of my favorite bands/songs applying them as a match to what I experienced.

“So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
 blue skies from pain.
 Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
 Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
 Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold breeze?
 Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
 a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
 We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
 year after year,
 running over the same old ground. What have we found?
 The same old fears,
 wish you were here…”

Especially after Physics class (I always loved Physics, but that love was spoiled) under the short statue Nazi teacher.

I would sit and munch on my Mom’s delicious sandwich and wish You were here. Anybody to be there in this empty space surrounded by remote controlled peers. :-D

Later I would befriend a co-worker at the HiFi company I worked for. He told me it’s all in the head. He just needs to listen to a song he likes one time and it is in his mental jukebox. No vinyl, cassette tape, or later CD necessary.

But I still love to crank up a perfect sound system to the hilt. For the vibrations it creates. The speakers that I had designed and built while I worked there were from the parallel Universe of aural perfection. :-)))

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