"You live your life, you go in shadows, you'll come apart and you'll go blind. Some kind of night into your darkness, colors your eyes with what's not there."
Sam Cooke :: My Favorite Artists I was nineteen the first time I really listened to Sam Cooke. I'm sure his music had been in my life before then, but in more of a musical adjacency, than in my conscious music reality. I have vague memories of singing the lyrics "don't know much about history" as a little girl, but I wouldn't have been able to tell you who sang the song. It was at nineteen, though, that I got my first record store job and started to become exposed to a variety of people's taste in music, not just the music I grew up with, and had sought out (so far) on my own. The experience was much like going to a foreign country, or a new city, or spending the night at a friend's house for the first time in that it expands your horizons, and makes the world suddenly seem so much bigger. I was surprised at some of the music I fell for. Music that before that had been in categories, or genres, that I didn't associate myself with, and I was digging the new discoveries, and the different sides in myself I was discovering, too.