In 1978 my brother left for London, England for a working holiday and was gone for three months.
At that time, I was starting to get into music and began taking guitar lessons. I liked the Beatles, but up to that point I had not really "listened" to the music.

While he was gone, I borrowed his albums one by one and would play them from beginning to end. I started to appreciate the melodies, the harmonies, the arrangements and how they made it so simple. Eventually his entire collection ende...