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This was part of my dad’s record collection, the entryway to my obsession with music. In below the television was a couple hundred records mostly in the Dylan, Neil Young, CCR vein of classic rock. My first foray into listening to albums, rather than radio.
When I helped my dad move the last time most of this collection had been water damaged in a flooded basement. This one however was pristine. I’ve always loved this album, and it represents all those great records that were my entry point into music.
I found this record in Vinyl Exchange in of Manchester in the late 1990s.
I was visiting family & friends, on a Sunday afternoon we took a trip to the the Northern Quarter record shops.
I was browsing and came across this record, the cover immediately grabbed my attention. I had recently heard Donald Byrd’s 70s funk music through a recommendation of a friend. The record was in great condition & I had never held a Blue Note original before. So I decided to part with a 10 pound note & buy the record.
When I got back home to Glasgow, I gave it a listen, the music was superb bebop & I have been in love with the record since.
Everytime I play Fuego it reminds me of my family & friend on that trip to Manchester and the beauty of exploring independent record shops.
I was about six when I started playing my parents record collection on our Dansette in the 60s. This was my favourite and I committed all of the songs to memory. With subject matter ranging from nuclear annihilation to incest; animal cruelty; sadomasochism; and an overwhelming sense of general schadenfreude coupled with shall we say – an offbeat sense of humour, there’s something for everyone. I played this, along with Songs by Tom Lehrer (1953) relentlessly. Tom is still alive, and I would encourage you to have a look at him performing on You Tube. On the back of the cover to this album the critics reviews are reproduced with gay abandon; viz – ‘Mr. Lehrer’s muse (is) not fettered by such inhibiting factors as taste.’ – gushed the New York Times. Delicious. Anyway, upon emigrating to Australia in the 1980s I decided that this should come with me, and the 1959 platter was liberated from my parents’ collection and continues to outrage people to this very day, here on the other side of the planet.
It was summer of 1973. I was 6 years old, and had saved enough money to buy my first record. I rode my bike up to the local electrical store and nervously went into the shop. A brightly coloured 7″ 45 record sleeve caught my young eye, and with a catchy name, ‘50,000,000, Blow Flies Can’t Be Wrong’, by Frankie Davidson (1972, M7 Records). I couldn’t read that number but knew it was big! The B-side grabbed my attention too – ‘Cookies’. I loved Sesame Street and thought Cookie Monster might sing the song. I bought it and took it home. Well, not quite the Cookie Monster but a psychedelic, funky guitar rock piece mentioning cookies. I now wonder if they were ‘special’ cookies…erhmm
1976, I am 9 or 10 years old and see the advert for this record on (black and white) television. I was instantly obsessed and had to have this record, even though we didn’t own a record player. I was a huge Osmond fan and was totally in love with Donny Osmond. Mum took me down to our local record shop to laybuy the record. This was my first ever record. The record shop owners knew this and were very generous in accepting my $0.20 cent a week pocket money payment off the record. I can’t remember how long it took to pay off, but it was some time. As soon as I got it home the poster went up on the wall and stayed there for years. I was lucky to be given a record player for Christmas that year (months after I got the record) and thus begun my love of vinyl. My record still gets played on a regular basis and I love it as much today as I did 45 years ago. Unfortunately the poster is no longer on my bedroom wall but at least I still have it.
I stole it from my sister. 1974, I was only 13, we weren’t allowed to have “The Devil’s Music” (aka rock n roll) in our house so I hadn’t heard this band. My big sister was in The Australian Record Club & this was the album of the month. I liked the cover art showing the long hair but as soon as I heard the opening of the first song “Backwater” I knew this would be my band & my parents wouldn’t like it. So I stole the record & it became my first ever album & the one I have owned the longest.
This was a 12 birthday present – 42 years ago! It was my first Beatles album. It has been a case of lost and found – I moved to Australia more than 20 years ago and this was being stored in the barn at my brothers house after moving around with my parents. I reclaimed a bunch of LPs a few years ago this one included – the record played as perfectly as it had done probably some 25-30 years prior as if time had stood still.
Passed down to me from my late father,often played when family and friends around.
I found this gem at an op shop at Miami on the Gold Coast. I had only just begun to collect records again and had no idea who Dave Brubeck was. It was only $1so I purchased it just in case it was any good. The cover has seen better days but the vinyl plays well with only a bit of background noise. Needless to say this album began an unexpected journey into jazz music.
This record is only 2 years old but its the oldest one I have. I ordered it from Amazon (gross, I know) and gave it to my best friend at the time. She ended up sleeping with my sisters boyfriend so I went through her stuff while she was away for Christmas and stole it back xx I don’t even have a turntable anymore I’m just too petty to let her have it
This is my dad’s favourite record – I remember him playing this to us as kids and mum was wide eyed at the inappropriate wisdom he was now sharing with us. We still quote it to each other to this day. My dad purchased this with money from his paper rounds and little lawn mowing business he ran as a kid.
Back in the 80’s, I would by an LP on payday. My local record store owner would even get special orders in for me. 1982 reading in Hit Parader magazine, about an up’n coming band called Mötley Crüe, who were shredding up the LA sunstrip. I took a chance and ordered this album, when it arrived, we played it in-store from track 1 to 10. I loved it then and love it now.