I think I have the saddest and (musically)
impoverished story of all but I swear it is true!!
Being from a household where music wasn't valued
that highly (i think this is partly responsible for my
obsession with it) I first heard recorded music on an
old Phillips tape deck, the slim portable, top loading
ones, black and silver with a chromed handle.
We used to listen to that in the car (my mother's Neil
Diamond tapes). This was about 1972/3 I guess.
That machine broke and was never replaced so I
had no facility for recording music or playing tapes or
records. Until we got an answering machine!
I used to record music from the radio into the
machine’s microphone and listen to songs i liked
played back that way again and again.
I also borrowed a copy of Sgt Pepper’s Lonely
Hearts Club band from a friend (the machine used
regular cassettes) and first heard that album through
that machine. And folks this was about 1978.
The following year my older brother got a mono tape
player from a friend and on that machine I first heard
things in any proper kind of form - kansas
Leftoverture, AC/DC's Powerage and Back in Black,
The Police Regatta De Blanc, Led Zeppelin's In
Through the Out Door and Song Remains the Same.
It's terrible, I wish i could remember the brand name
of that machine!
Hooked, utterly hooked. Three months later I made
my dad buy me and my younger brother a Sanyo
portable stereo cassette recorder. I was at a
boarding school at the time and 'ghetto blasters'
were just making their presence felt in electronics
and you just HAD to have one. Ours was tiny and very
quiet compared to some of the monstrosities other
kids lugged around (this was pre-Walkman
people!!!) but I didn't care.
Indeed, I can distinctle recall some kid questioning
my taste in music while I was blasting out the
closing wah-wah guitar solo from Spirit of Radio - I
just sneered, passed some teenage remark about
his inferior musical intelligence and continued
grooving.
Ah yes, those were the days when rock and roll was
a secret society membership of which had to be
quested after. There was no Kazaa to download
everything you ever wanted from. Then you had to
search, hunt, scour for the records you wanted. You'd
go to bed dreaming of the cool sleeves and imagine
finding and buying those seemingly otherworldly
records. and finding them? Like wrapping your
fingers around the holy grail.
Nowadays I have an expensive, increasingly
high-end system but while I can revel in the bass
extension and the clarity of the top end and the
breadth of the soundstage, it still just doesn't seem
as exciting as slotting a new cassette of some
obscure band just arrived by mail order or sourced
by foreign school friends into a crappy tape deck and
feeling the sizzle of exicitement as those first
incendiary guitar notes arced out of the cheap
speakers and fizzed up and down your spine .
Growing old is a terrible, terrible thing