RIP George Harrison, who died ten years ago today.  I can still remember the day of George’s death vividly, as it was strangely one of the events most responsible for getting me into music.  I was devastated when George died, because as a 13 year old, George had just about made up the complete soundtrack to my life.  My earliest musical memory is of my parents playing The Traveling Wilburys for me in an attempt to stop me from crying.  Rubber Soul and Revolver were the first CD’s I ever owned, and as a 13 year old not terribly impressed with the MTV music of the day, The Beatles were just about the only band that I actually liked.

In the days after George’s death I paid my tribute by revisiting the music I had grown up with and digging deeper into The Beatles’ music than ever before.  In a way, George Harrison’s death made me fall in love with music for the first time as I realized how much his music meant to me.  It was only fitting, as George created music that launched a passionate love of music for millions of people around the globe.