Music is a very strong memory anchor. To this day, over a decade later, any time I hear Lagwagon’s “May 16th,” or Millencolin’s “No Cigar,” or Goldfinger’s “Superman,” I suddenly find myself grinding the helicopter blades in Hangar, or taking that first rolling ramp down into the Warehouse, or pulling off my first 900, or any of the various oth...[Read More]