I was 11 years old the summer of 1975. We’d moved to Ann Arbor the year before and I was starting to listen to my own radio station instead of just the one Dad listened to. Starting to like and enjoy music independent of my parent’s taste.
I remember hearing that one measure open, then Seger sing,
“I think I’m going to Katmandu…”
Man, I wanted to along because it sounded adventurous, a grand time. That I didn’t know what the song was about or where Katmandu was didn’t matter. All I knew was “Oh...
Published on June 19, 2013 04:00