Who knows where the time goes

When I got my first “real” guitar (as in, one I could play without deep gashes in my fingers), a Yamaha FG-150 red label, this was the first song I learned to play. I still have that guitar, although it took a couple of detours along the way. Fairport Convention:

We just disagree

I still love this song. Which is a miracle, because when I was 15, I worked in a fast-food joint on Penn campus called The Flying Machine and the only music we had was the manager’s 8-track tape of Dave Mason’s “Alone Together.” It played over and over and over, and I grew to hate every other song on the album — but not this one.