I grew up in a world of sound. Gale force winds shaking the slates on the roof. The foghorns on a foggy night and the night train roaring by were the beginnings of my first interest in music. Popular music was forever on in the house from the fabulous Chieftains on my Da’s side, Frank Sinatra on me Ma’s side, to the elder brothers’ Moody Blues and Cream. My own interests led me to tuning into shortwave radio each night. There was always an eerie “Wooo wrrr” sound and one would discover new music every night. My fondest memory is hearing for the first time Brian Eno’s “Music for Airports”, the bad quality of the reception actually enhancing the ambient nature of this classic album.