Growing up in a small town in a house where Rock and Roll was considered “the Devils’ music” and even the Bee Gees were considered risqué, I was not exposed to a lot of choices when it came to music. There were only 2 kinds of music according to my dad, County and Western. The rest was garbage. I rebelled, of course, by listening to Michael Jackson, Cyndi Lauper, The Beatles and even Tom Petty, but that’s about as far as I would ...