I pass judgement on other people's music, so I guess it's only right I should share mine. In 1985, I when I moved to Albany, New York to go to grad school. I worked at a high-end ice cream parlor where I scooped cones and made flavors like Raspberry Truffle and Moonshine. There, I met a co-worker named Mitch Rosen, and we started playing guitar and writing songs. We both liked pop music, new wave and African guitar styles. Mitch was an excellent player, and we wrote a bunch of tunes, trying to find our way. Not long after that, some college students we knew told us about a friend, Erin O'Hara, who had a great voice. When she eventually came in to get a vanilla cone, we asked if she wanted to