
Alexandra Woolbright
Editor
For me, many beautiful memories revolve around days spent twirling around to all sorts of music. Whether it was Jimi Hendrix, The Doors or Elvis Presley, I grew up with a vast array of sounds and excitement. I knew all the words to “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds” at a very early age.
I even went through a phase where I adored nothing but Nirvana and gazing at a Kool Aid hair-soaked Kurt Cobain.
