It was 1970. I was sixteen, so I was definitely young. I had been let out into the big, wide world after ten years of confinement which had often felt like a prison sentence (boarding school). I wasn't particularly gifted. I certainly wasn't black.
You see where I'm going? That sound, in the summer of my sixteenth year, was the sound of the world and all its possibilities. For all of us.
Now? Now I'm haunted by my youth…