Birth of a Music Slut

Before I was an alcoholic, I was hooked on music. My childhood descent into the delicious depravity of sound.

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I remember the night I fell in love with music. There had been definite flirtations and crushes — John Williams, Glenn Miller, and the Grease soundtrack. For years in Lake Havasu I’d sit on my dad’s knee and cry as the lounge pianist played “Puff the Magic Dragon” each time I put in a dollar. My teeny world collapsed…