@QMS Well Captain... I bet I would feel the same way if I went on a half-dozen different kinds of boats with you, even after my paltry couple thousand hours at sea. Music for me it was the great escape. I fell for it hook, line, and sinker. It spoke to me, deeply. Seeing it performed on the B & W TV as a child was amazing to me. Then seeing it in person as a teen, my mind was blown. In between taught myself how to bang a guitar, and was pretty serious about it (had a Les Paul custom (white-gold hardware) stolen), for not having technical training. As a teen to young adult in Hunt. Bch. our gang of rockers were largely the intellectually inclined, and nothing in or on an album was not studied to death. There may have been some interesting molecules involved. One might miss the boldface caps font instructing : THIS RECORD SHOULD BE PLAYED LOUD at the bottom corner of the paper inner liner on Let It Bleed. Or that that was Byron Berline on Country Honk fiddle. Ad infinitum. Being in L.A. though, and almost always somewhere from poor to broke, every band came through, and I got to see lots of them, but missed a ton of great ones too. Too poor to see them all. They were my music school. Music was the glue of the gang, and seemingly of a generation. Not for the first time (the 50's), but way bigger than ever before. Dylan to Hendrix, the Brit invasion to San Francisco to ELP, drugs hit electricity, and for a decade and a half it was an insane explosion of creativity that maybe has never been matched. And maybe never will. We were soooo lucky to live in such a time and experience such an event musically.

peace, love, and good vibrations all!

I mean, I listened to and remember many, many licks and tunes
but to know your depth of orientation is another plateau altogether

thanks for the insights!