Marty Graham 5:30 p.m., Sept. 29
The music that tells us we’re alive.
I'd press play on my older brother's boom box, and listen to the Beach Boys' "Surfin' USA." The volume never passed two; I was terrified of discovery by my mother who had a ban on rock music.
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