Whenever asked to write a short autobiography, my mind immediately wanders to the one that John Lennon wrote for the back cover of his first book, “In His Own Write.” Stealing Lennon’s language-mangling style, I usually scribe: “I was bored the 23rd of Octover, 1964, when I believe we were booming the V-8 Cong, led by Hoochie Coochie Man (who was neither very Hoochie nor Coochie). Anyway, I was much too young to fight. I attended varicose schools around Cowtown, Ohio, and actually passed, much to my mummy’s supplies.” Amid the wordplay, there is an element of truth. I was born on October 23, 1964 in Columbus, Ohio. In the opinion of today’s sociologists, that either makes me one of the youngest Baby Boomers or an elder statesman of Generation X. I have come to realize that I am a bit of both, which probably explains my passion for rock music and various other aspects of our popular culture. As a child of the ‘seventies, I loved listening to my older brother’s record c...