I don't know about you, Nate, but when I was young, I was just constantly overwhelmed with emotions.

Yep. I was kind of a nervous, shy kid, steeped in feelings.

And certainly, I had a reckless drive to play rock and roll.

Yes.

And an angst that both urine for adulthood, but simultaneously feared the responsibility of growing up,

you know, all that heavy stuff.

With.

But music was always a central part of growing up.

You know, as a teenager, I had a soundtrack for every experience.

There was pink Floyd for the lows.

And the Beatles for the highs.

Every moment had a song.

Music was as much a part of my youthful identity as the experiences themselves in many ways.

And these songs became a part of me,

lasting into adulthood.

I still play the same records.

I still yearn for that youthful nostalgia.

I don't know what it is, but I still yearn to be young and have all those

mixed emotions.

Even years later, when I hear Stairway to Heaven, which you're never supposed to play in a

guitar store, by the way, but when it is played, it revives that nervous angst that I felt

at the middle school dance in sixth grade.

...