To me music is made up of memories. Like Angry Dad, the 60's were my stamping ground, and I loved all the new groups, the one-hit-wonders, everything. Wasn't at the age, or had the money, to go to live shows, (or gigs), and even now listen to the old songs on Gold Radio. As time has gone on, my interest has waned with the groups, music, what they do, etc. Had to suffer the shit my daughters liked, 'Garage', whatever that was, and some way out black stuff that I didn't understand a bloody word of. My tastes vary quite a bit, from Rhianna, to classical, to pop, etc, but is always rooted in the 60's, a fantastic time of growing up in a world that was changing all the time, and all for the better, unlike today.