Would you like a wonderfully evocative story of first love? Of course you would! Rob Goldstein left this comment on my post Come Back, Baby! and it’s so richly textured and stirring that it deserves its own post. Here is Rob’s story, in his own words. Enjoy!
Here’s a little story.
I used to spend Summers in Queens with my Grandmother.
The year I turned 11 “Respect” by Aretha Franklin and “Sgt. Pepper’s” by the Beatles were released.
I had never heard Sgt. Pepper’s but I was already dancing to “Respect”.
My Grandmother introduced me to the beautiful “new” girl in the neighborhood. She was about 17.
I’d never seen anyone like her. She had thick black waist length hair, wore a pair of elephant bell hip-huggers and layers of tortoise necklaces over a tasteful black turtleneck sweater.
She heard my Southern accent and asked me to her place to hear a record.
The record was ‘Respect”. She placed it on the turntable and asked me if I understood the words.
Of course I did.
She couldn’t understand the lyrics.
I looked at her albums and saw Sgt. Peppers.
She placed that on the turntable and I heard “A Day in the Life” for the first time. I was mesmerized.
We made a deal.
I would write down the lyrics of “Respect” and she would give me the Sgt. Pepper’s Album.
And that was how I came to own my first record…
How did you come to own your first record (album/8-track/cassette/CD/mp3/wav/etc)?
Or first fall in love with music…or a beautiful stranger?
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