The first song I remember hearing
My father was a concert pianist and conductor, so I have vivid memories of listening to Clair de Lune by Debussy on the living room Steinway as a near-constant, go-to pleasantry.
The first single I bought
When I was five, my mom took me and my sister to see Elvis Presley when Jailhouse Rock was just beginning to hit. I just couldn’t believe the idea of having a wild party in a jail. It made prison seem like fun!