At a fraternity party in 1968 (yes I'm old) I was drinking beer and chasing girls with my friends. Several guys had brought along and set up guitars, a drum kit, microphones, a Farfisa organ and they were attempting some Turtles, Beatles, Stones etc, and everyone was dancing. I heard the guitar player ask the organist if he knew Poor Side of Town and saw the organist, who was doing the vocals shake his head no. I put my beer down and volunteered.

A funny thing happened. People were dancing. Some of the loudest drunks stopped to listen. A Norwegian exchange student named Barret, whom every guy had been chasing all night, came up and stood right in front of me smiling and swaying with the music. We finished the song and she says"I would like to be your valentine." One of the high points of my life, actually. One week later we were booking gigs as a band. I haven't stopped loving to perform since.

LEJ(now a one-woman man)