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1982, i was 8. My uncles were listening to Iron Maiden "Number of the Beast" on vinyl while playing pool in the basement and chugging beers....and that was the beginning of the end Heavy Metal for life \m/
At age 4 I begged my parents for piano lessons, they enrolled me in dance which didn't work out. I would memorize the lyrics to the songs my parents would listen to, my favorite was "Goodbye Stranger" by Supertramp.
At age 8 when they finally started piano lessons with me I did 3 years worth of instruction in 8 months and I almost never practiced. I decided to play flute when I got into middle school, unlike the other kids I skipped the summer class that taught them the basics and didn't start until 2 weeks into the school year. I was first chair until I hit high school, where I typically hovered in the top 3, even as a freshman.
-My Dad singing to me with his guitar...the earliest I remember is at age 3. (Songs he would sing back then...) *Michelle My Belle *Tie a Yellow Ribbon 'Round An Old Oak Tree *If You're Going To San Fransisco *Drive My Car
-Watching my Dad play with his band.
-Playing songs on my toy 2 octave piano by ear...at the age of three.
-learning how to play the accordion at age 6 because my parents could not afford a piano.
- 8 years old- waking up to the sound of my baby brother pounding on a piano...running upstairs...elated and happy beyond anything that I could now start piano lessons.
-Can't forget my Mom rocking out to Foreigner in our Chevy Maibu on yes...wait for it, an 8 track, lol. It was an older car....
Music has been such a part of my life and identity...it still is. When I go home to visit I still hear my Dad singing his new favorite song...
Hearing Wham!'s "Careless Whisper", Sade's "Smooth Operator", and Harold Faltermeyer's "Axel F" when they were brand new songs (circa 1984) in my mother's '72 Mustang coming home from my grandparents house.
1971, I was 12 years old. Our family was in a Woolworths store in my small town, it was the old style with the diner counter down the side wall with stools where you could have lunch. High up on a shelf a radio was playing, and the sounds coming out of it were mesmerizing, unlike any I had ever heard before.
When the song was done the DJ said the song was Layla by Derek and the Dominoes.
Thus began a long journey into discovering all kinds of music that continues to this day.
We had a few kiddie LPs and 45s that I played on my grandmothers's Victrola in the basement when I was little. The good Hi Fi was in the lining room. Mom liked show tunes, and both mom and dad liked big band music.
I got to stay up past my bedtime and watch The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show. There was no going back.
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Heavy Metal for life \m/
