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Matt Sage Despite learning the recorder at school – like every other wretched child of the 1970s (torture for all concerned) – it wasn’t until the age of 11 that I got my first real initiation into music. One evening, at my grandma’s house, I chanced upon an original copy of the Beatles’ White Album that had previously belonged to my Dad. I took it home, wired together an old record player that was gathering dust in a cupboard, plugged in some headphones and that was it for me. I was up until dawn, utterly transfixed, awe-struck, terrified, elated. This incredible music filling every recess of my young, open mind. That night absolutely changed my life - I became completely obsessed: I had to find out for myself how to make music, and I’m still trying to figure it out.