tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7279995.post-16402449183296254152008-05-03T18:10:00.003-04:002008-05-03T18:25:12.673-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1MpGOH1Labc/SBzlzl869_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/uRd1ZAEo31w/s1600-h/1888.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_1MpGOH1Labc/SBzlzl869_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/uRd1ZAEo31w/s320/1888.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196280744602433522" /></a><br />It was 1988, no I hadn't yet come 'full circle', that would come later in 2001; but I remember distinctly the day I purchased the Columbia debut release of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Full Circle</span>. It was a beautiful late summer day, a Sunday, cruised over to the record store in my Saab 900 Turbo with my girlfriend. On the way we stopped for breakfast, at a pancake place, then went to the record store. Somewhere along the way we got into a heated argument over something, she jumped out of the car at a red light, refused to get back in; I left, went home, popped my new find into the CD player and enjoyed an awesome young group out of Boston's Berklee College. I had a great afternoon; she made it back at some point, welcome to The Soundtrack Of My Life.<br />Listen to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">'Sorcerer's Appearance'</span></span></span><br /><embed src="http://static.boomp3.com/player.swf?song=b5z6xtz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="200" height="20" allowScriptAccess="always" align="middle"></embed><a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/listen/b5z6xtz/sorcerer-s-appearance">boomp3.com</a>jzyjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14090417015949193367noreply@blogger.com