And so the light begins to show up at the end of the bleak tunnel. This is where my current music taste begins to form. I finally listened to my dad's advice -- he's a Woodstock man and, as the saying goes: like father, like daughter. I listened to all of the classics, from Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, to Joan Baez, Santana, Jefferson Airplane, and one of my favorite artists to ever live on this earth, Jimi Hendrix. Discovery is good. Finding yourself afterwards is better.