Lately, during my daily commutes, my head has been full of music.<\/p>\n
My memories as well as my ears.<\/p>\n
The trigger to the musical headwork has been a guy at work.<\/p>\n
Mike, let’s call him that, has been seconded on to my project.<\/p>\n
Mike likes his music.<\/p>\n
So do I.<\/p>\n
And lately we’ve been talking.<\/p>\n
About music.<\/p>\n
I can’t remember how it came up in the conversation (though I am sure he mentioned the name first), but we got on to the topic of Warren Zevon.<\/p>\n
And that single name has triggered a series of memories – back to the time I heard my very first Warren Zevon track.<\/p>\n
Shortly after my arrival No 4 Wing, RAF Bruggen, I discovered the wonderfully eclectic world of Dutch FM radio.<\/p>\n
On Friday nights (or maybe it was Saturday nights) there was a late-night FM music station called VPRO.<\/p>\n
The station had a show called Candlelight.<\/p>\n
The DJ (I’m sorry, I can’t recall his\u00a0name) seemed to have a free hand to play whatever music he wanted.<\/p>\n
Some of his playlist was request based (my Dutch was good enough to tell me that), but most of what he played was down to his personal choices.<\/p>\n
That’s where I heard my first Warren Zevon.<\/p>\n
Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner
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