The musical selection this evening is "Moondance" by Van Morrison. Not just the song, but the album. I'm listening to it on the new iTunes service. It's good, of course. I discovered Van when I was a sophomore in college, circa 1973. My favorite album then was "Hardnose the Highway," one of his lesser known. To me, it was magical. Morrison always seemed to have a unique blend of soul and mysticism. Snow in San Anselmo, indeed. I used to put in on my stereo at bedtime to help me get to sleep. (Now iTunes is playing "Caravan." Such a classic.) Why is it that my fondest memories of music are from my teens and twenties? And why does music conjure up so many special evenings and special relationships? There was a depth to our experience then that seems to have given ground to the constant bombardment of bits and bytes through today's technology and social media. We had no texting, no emailing, no messaging, no snap chatting, no t.v
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