At 12 years old, every night wound-down the same way. After brushing my teeth, I’d lay down in my “captain’s bed” with the steering-wheel headboard, my yellow Sony Sports boombox against the wall, and fall asleep with my ear pressed against the speaker, the volume just loud enough to be audible.
Then it happened. Usually, between 2am – 3am.
Aerosmith’s “Angel” would come on the radio, and I would rise from the dead.[Read more…] about Aerosmith: My Angel to Winning Radio Contests (and gateway to Vanilla Ice)