Back in the 1960s, my friends and I were Beatlemaniacs. We were lovesick over four British blokes who made us act like lunatics when they sang. During this time of hopeless infatuation, we attended a teen dance at Packard Music Hall in Warren, Ohio. Glass Harp was the band playing. Our jaws dropped. Their leadContinue reading “Memories of Phil Keaggy and Glass Harp: A Musical Beginning”