Upon my asking, these old analog photos emerged from the vault of my home folks’ personal nostalgia collectibles: Pictures from the first ever public gig I played with the first band I played in. We called ourselves ‘Icarus’, which is the name of an ancient Latin myth figure, who builds himself wings to fly. Upon drawing too near to the sun, his wings made in part of wax melt from the heat and he fatally falls to the ground. Errrm… what were we thinking when picking that name…? 😉