Church music, 78's dropping from the hi-fi, my grandmother's soothing lullabies, my much older brother crooning a song by the platters, there has always been music in my life a backdrop of my life; always present insinuating itself into my mind and thoughts.

The first recording that I saved enough money to buy was "Downtown" by Petula Clark, which I proudly showed to my brothers whose soulful R&B tastes were not in the least bit impressed. Undaunted and unaware that I misplaced my soulful roots, I continued listening to and enjoying the tunes played by Cousin Brucie on a static filled AM 77 WABC. When the teenagers took over the basement, heavy bass and saxophones filled the air.... And Sunday morning church music filled both the house of worship in the morning and the house of John Taylor for the rest of the day. I found that it...