University residence party 1970.
Long haired and bearded guitar player at the bottom of the stairs looks up at me and asks if I have any requests.
Do you know Gentle on my Mind? First thing that pops into my head.
He strums something unrecognizable. Shifts the instrument, starts again. Stops. Looks up at me with a shrug and a brilliant smile.
It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.
The simple sweet beginning.