As far back as I can remember, I loved two things. Music and the radio. In the late 50’s and early 60’s they were pretty much entwined. I can remember as a kid sitting in the back seat of the family station wagon (a red and white 59 Chevy Brookwood), listening to the likes of Peggy Lee and Julius LaRosa on those trips to my grandfather’s farm for a couple hours on the backroads of Illinois.
We lived in the country and as a pre-schooler, I was home pretty much all day. If I wasn’t outside playing, I was inside listening to the radio. Mom had it on all day long, from early in the morning until dad came home at night.
After all these years, I have a music room. It used to be my computer room and stuffed full of computing equipment. Before that it was my oldest son’s bedroom. But now it’s the music room. We started by painting it blue, with the trim done in an ultra-white. Neither my lovely wife or I are really good at staying within the lines, so we ended up with a lot of blue on the trim and a little white on the walls. Then I got the bright idea of painting a buffer stripe between the wall and the trim. We got the tape and put down an excellent demarcation line. Then I dug up a leftover can of red that our youngest son had used when he painted his room (when he lived here).