The Box
When I was 10 years old. A long time ago. I had a red record box. I had it until I was at least 18. That’s the last I remember of it. I’ll tell you what was in it.
The first album I ever owned (modern music) was “Hair” from the Broadway musical. It had “Aquarius,” “Let The Sunshine,” “Hair” and all those other songs about masturbation and oral sex that I was oblivious to at the age of 10. That was in the red record box.
I grew up in the ’60s so of course I liked the Partridge Family and The Monkees and The Archies. They were all in the red record box.
Remember K-Tel? I had a K-tel compilation album in there; ‘Believe in Music’, 22 original hits, 22 original stars. ‘Go All the Way’ by the Raspberries, ‘Long Cool Woman’ by the Hollies, ‘Sylvia’s Mother’ by Dr Hook & the Medicine Show…
As I got older my tastes changed and my box started to fill up. Alice Cooper, David Bowie, weirder, older Alice Cooper, Grand Funk Railroad, Deep Purple, KISS.
In my late teens, for a short time, i shunned all rock in favor of jazz fusion. Return To Forever, Jean Luc Ponty, Oregon, Passport. Rock went to the back of the box and Jazz started to pack into the front.
As I went off to college, orange crates replaced the red record box…
Work in progress…
A.
