Passion for music originated in my earliest youth. As a young boy, I loved my step-mother's turntable and her album collection. One day, I found her. I knew the Lady was famous as was the song. With giant ear muff headphones over my ears, I set the needle into the vinyl groove and closed my eyes.
I found myself in a southern field, standing before of a poplar tree, struck dumb at the sight of "Strange Fruit" twisting in the wind. A stench invaded my senses. The late summer sun blazed in vain, unable to thaw the ice in my blood as Billy Holliday taught me that music wasn't just powerful; it was magic!
I found myself in a southern field, standing before of a poplar tree, struck dumb at the sight of "Strange Fruit" twisting in the wind. A stench invaded my senses. The late summer sun blazed in vain, unable to thaw the ice in my blood as Billy Holliday taught me that music wasn't just powerful; it was magic!
~Wakefield Mahon, Editor
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