Being alone with your music

I’ve always enjoyed being alone. Being alone with my favorite tunes playing adds a new layer of ‘Being here NOW’.

I remember well the first time I heard ‘In my room’ by the Beach Boys. That wonderful angst of being young and not knowing my future overwhelmed me. Those emotions we’re trained to suppress burst forward, changing me forever.

From that moment forward music became a personal thing. A private wonderful world that I had control over. It was 1966, I was 13 years old.

When we’re young, very little is under our control. Now music could set us free. It was up there with the first time, 3 years later, when I drove my car alone the first time.  In preparation for the big moment, I installed my first car cassette player (by Norelco). Now I was truly free to be me.

Your stories would be much appreciated.



I spent many years playing music for thousands of people. Now I most often simply enjoy listening alone (sometimes my wife hangs with it), recording in my studio, or just playing guitar. I'm perfectly happy with it.

With me being retired and my wife still working, I am fortunate enough to have most days to sit in the sweet spot and smile.  

When I was 9 or 10, most nights I went to sleep with a transistor radio under my pillow listening to WLS back when they used to play music and have been listening to something ever since.

I still listen alone the vast majority of the time but sometimes my wife joins me since she likes a lot of the same music I do. In fact, we met because of the band RUSH.

I suppose it’s a generational thing-- listening to music as a kid in bed with a radio.

It seemed so magical at the time. And I guess it still is, otherwise why would we spend the effort, time and expense on this "hobby". I put it in quotes because I’ve never felt it adequately encompasses what we are involved in, here.

Garcia said without psychedelics, life would seem very "gray" and I certainly feel the same about music. I can't imagine life without it.




I’m single and live in near recluse.

Very first music listening as this New Transistor radio with a little 9V battery. At night in bed under the covers. Sony reel to reel model 111. recordings made from that a.m, radio. Upgraded to a Wollensak. A Tank of a reel to reel machine. Then my dad helped me build my own stereo units so I wouldn’t touch his Magnavox console.

We have a lot of friends named John. One rides a Ninja motorcycle. He’s Ninja John. Indian John. America Indian. There is Radio John. Goes like a radio with a broken off switch.