What Steve Vai Taught Me About Myself

I started out as an unsophisticated music lover (of course I did), which in many ways is the best kind. My family had an old cabinet style combination radio and record player (mono of course). I remember we had a record (78 RPM, one song per side!) of “The Ballad of Davy Crockett.” I used to march around and around our living room, only stopping to restart the record: Born on a mountain top in Tennessee Greenest state in the land of the free Raised in the woods so he knew ev’ry tree Kilt him a b’ar when he was…

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