I remember the first time I was ever asked who my favorite musical artist or band was. I'm not sure who it was that asked me, probably one of my uncles, but I was about 6 or 7 years old. I had become obsessed with music already, thanks to constantly being in the car with … Continue reading Farewell to Little Richard
It's about 1991 or so and I'm about three or four years old, sitting in the back seat of the car while my dad drives. As was usually the case, we're listening to Chicago's Oldies station, which at the time played mostly music from the 1950s and 60s. I liked everything I heard at that time, though there were a few songs that always got younger me excited, and one of them was by The Isley Brothers.