“It was 1970. I was a freshman at U of I in Champaign/Urbana, My parents were mad at me because they thought I was the long haired kid pictured on the front page of the Daily Illini protesting the Vietnam war. So they said don’t come to Chicago for Christmas. I was by myself during the Xmas break. While the snow drifted over the dorms, I listened to this and for the first time understood the glory of solitude.” -Paul Miller