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Ya'll. I DIG MUSIC.

Just got back from Barry Drake's lecture "The '60s: When the Music Mattered" and I am so jazzed I can barely type. I sat in the dark for an hour and a half and listened to music and listened to a guy talk about music and it was about as close to a religious experience as I get. I just...the MUSIC, it stirs such a visceral reaction in me that it makes no difference I'm thirty years late to the party. I mean, it can't be normal to start crying in the middle of "Like a Rolling Stone" or "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay" or "When I'm 64" (I'm completely serious. Thank god it was dark or I would've been embarrassed). My first broken heart was to the tune of "Bridge Over Troubled Water," which is why I still have difficulty listening to it today (and it was not, in fact, over a guy. It was over a horse). It's not just me discovering Bob Dylan all on my own and wearing out three greatest hits tapes, it's singing along in the car with Dad and arguing over whether it's Annie or Fanny and the best album from each stage of Beatles music. It's lying flat on my stomach in the living room and making this connection at an age when I felt completely alien from anybody near my own age.

And now I CANNOT decide what the hell to listen to. May as well go in alphabetical order. It's times like this when I miss having three hundred records within easy reach.

I was a bit miffed that he left out the women of the folk scene -- he talked about Grace Slick and Janis Joplin, but no Joni, no Joan Baez, no Judy Collins, no Carol King, no Carly Simon -- and actually I'm inching to the '70s there, so I'll shut up. And he did play "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes," so that counts. And "White Room" was the Cream selection, which is awesome, because I've always preferred it to "Sunshine of Your Love" and that gets far more play.

And all right, let's open an argument I've been having with my dad for years. My answer's already up.

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