posted on May, 4 2020 @ 07:09 PM
So, I'm sitting here on the porch drinking some Guinness, getting ready to open a bottle of wine, and listening to one of my all time favorite
albums: Abbey Road. It brings back memories from many years ago when I used to listen to it as kid. I remember one Christmas I got one of those cheap
ass stand-alone stereo units (not hi fi) that had a dual tape deck, a turntable, three band EQ, and two 3' tall cheap ass speakers (all of which I
still have in the attic). What's the logical next step? Go through my dad's records and start sampling #.
I listened to a lot of different albums and found a lot of good *songs*, but finding a good album, at least to me, proved elusive, or maybe I just
didn't give enough of them a chance.
But the few albums that absolutely blew me away?
Abbey Road, especially side B. I would listen to that petty much every night lying in bed. That's how I feel listening to it right now, those magical
memories of youth, lying in bed, discovering music from before your time when I was supposed to be asleep, taken away to a new, sonic landscape. And
since I trouble falling asleep, I would listen to it again. And again.
Sometimes I would mix it up with the soundtrack/score for Last of the Mohicans, which I had on cassette, because it was such pure bliss, revisiting
each scene in my head as each song played.
Another album is Dark Side of the Moon. For some reason, my dad did not have that (or any Pink Floyd, for that matter), on vinyl, but he *did* end up
buying a cassette. I'm not sure how I started listening to it, but I imagine it was from hearing "Money" and asking about it. Anyway, every week as
I was cutting grass (and we had a huge yard), I put that cassette in my walkman, hopped on the Snapper mower, and cut grass while listening to that
from beginning to end and singing at the top of my lungs. I still remember cutting around the swing set while listening to "Side B."
Later, I bought the vinyl at a record joint in Little 5 points, and still have it. I still don't know why my dad didn't have any Pink Floyd, but he
had every Beatles album though, thankfully, and early Alice Cooper. Led Zeppelin.
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road is another that blew me away, but there's hardly a story there. I just remember sitting in my room listening to the
awesomeness of Love Lies Bleeding, Candle in the Wind, and then Bennie and the Je-Je-Jets.
Another album is Nevermind. I remember when Smells Like Teen Spirit was THE song, and the music video played nonstop on MTV. Yeah, back when MTV
actually had music. And videos. And good music. And good videos. Anyway, I would jump around my room and beat the # out of my bed with various
objects, and when the song ended, I was so sad, because it was such a great song. And I'd wait until they'd air it again.
Eventually, I went to the local music shop and bought the cassette. I was at my grandparents' the first time I put it in my walkman, and after the
SLTS, when the next song started playing I was mesmerized. Hooked. I laid down on the love seat and listened to the entire thing. I remember that day
well.
I could tell you about the first time I heard Mechanical Animals, which I received for Christmas, while driving to my grandmother's that same day.
Every time I start listening to that album, I think of driving down there.
I could tell you about the first time, when it first came out, I put The Downward Spiral in the boom box, pressed play, and was speechless because I
had never heard anything as powerful, raw, and as abrasive that before. It was an assault on my ears, and it was spectacular.
And I could tell you the first time I heard Light My Fire, listening to a college radio station while driving home from school #d as #, and when I
pulled into the driveway just sat there until the song finished and barely able to speak.
I could tell you about all of those, and so many more.
Now tell me yours...