I stared at the cover a lot. And I gawked at the inside album art even longer, wondering what the hell they were all wearing, vaguely aware that they were badass and I was not.
The first album I owned was Still Cruisin’ by the Beach Boys. It was 1989. Shoulder pads were big. Hair was bigger. The Beach Boys were on Full House the previous year. I was eight.
Who the hell is Richard Marx? Being another baby of Gizmodo, I’m sure I’ve still got a lot to learn about music, especially since I’m one of those kids who’s completely brainwashed by The Mouse.
Besides some Spanish groups most of you won’t know—Radio Futura—David Bowie’s Hunky Dory was the first album I ever remember getting. I’ve been listening to music through my telescopic nipple antennas since then.
The first CDs I got for my first CD player? Why, Blind Melon and the Jurassic Park soundtrack, of course.
As a gift for my fifth birthday, my cousin Kylie dubbed five cassettes which would influence my taste in music forever: Bon Jovi’s Slippery When Wet, Van Halen’s 5150, Dire Straits’ Brothers In Arms, Icehouse’s Man of Colours and John Farnham’s Whispering Jack. But the first album I ever purchased with my own money is so embarrassing I actually contemplated lying to you all just to avoid admitting it – even to myself. That album was “In God We Trust” by Christian rock band Stryper. What’s worse is that I still have it. More »
