I have always listened to music when I sleep. When I was five years old, my older sister was sent to my room by my parents to put a record on for me (yes, I’m that old). She didn’t want to, so she decided to play a little joke on me. Instead of putting on the Archies, she put on Black Sabbath’s first album. I was scared from the outset by the rainstorm and haunting church bell. By the time Ozzy screamed, “Oh no please God help me!” I was in tears and calling for mom.
The next day, I listened to the album again and realized the strangest thing: I liked it. I still like the Archies too. Then I discovered I liked Abba, Led Zeppelin and Wagner. It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship with music.