Christmas Day, 2003. Up until this point, I’d been living with a cassette player and the headphones that came in the box, occupying myself with audio versions of the Redwall books. The concept of a CD was familiar to me, thanks to my Dad's extensive selection, but I was yet to experience the silver discs for myself — until the fateful day that saw me receive The Billy The Kid Suite and a CD player, wrapped in sparkling red paper.
Suddenly, music was accessible not just through the radio, but whenever I wanted it — all I needed were those precious, silver-colored discs. Since then I’ve amassed… some CDs, and I’m constantly looking for new ways to play them.
