A little rock, pop and soul to let the good times roll

When I first started listening to music it was to my two big sisters favorite records and radio station. Since they were a decade older than me, I might as well been listening to my parents music. Not that there was anything wrong with that. I liked it, sang along to it, got mushy over girls because of it, even danced around my bedroom and pretended to sing into a hairbrush that looked a little like a microphone.  Then IRead more