If you want to take me back to being in my early 20s, play a little Hayden for me. I’ll be transported to “the good old days”. A time when I’d spontaneously drive with a friend up to North Bay where my brother lived and went to school. A time when laying on the ground on our backs listening to music was all we needed and wanted to do. A time when little things mattered – a touch on the shoulder, eye contact from a stranger, dancing alone in an empty bar with your eyes closed.