When I was a really little boy my mother referenced the song Imagine. I asked her what it was. She immediately ran to play the song for me. When she couldn’t find the album anywhere I saw her get physically upset, near tears and tearing the house a part trying to find the disc. I told her it wasn’t important, we could listen to it later. Tears running down her face and almost angry she bent down and looked me in the eyes: No—You have to listen to this right now.

I found the album soon after and she played me the song. The lyrics didn’t resonate with me very strongly at that age but I had never seen my mother react in such a way toward a song. I made sure to remember this moment in my life because there was something more to it.

Minnow and Judah are going to hear this story before I calmly rest the needle on the gentle groove.