Old Friends, New Friends

In sixty-five years of life, I’ve listened to a lot of music, probably more than most.   There is so much music I love that I can’t possibly keep track of it all.  There are roughly five hundred CDs tucked away in the entertainment center downstairs and thousands of MP3s on the external drive of my office desktop.    Sometimes, I remember to stop on the way to my car and grab a couple of CDs that I’ve neglected.    I also occasionally rummage through my hard drive’s music folder looking for forgotten friends.