I showered today and shaved my legs, did two loads of laundry and read half of my husband’s new script but that is as far as I got in the accomplishment department. Oh, I cannot forget about the vacuuming. That was a high point as I sucked up all the cookie crumbs and dog hair while Otto watched with glee. The moment I finished with the living room rug, though, he was done with me and off to rummage through his toy chest. Then he did something that I cannot stop thinking about. We are forty, Dave and I, so we grew up with album, not the compact disc. We have a turntable and a collection of records from our teenage years of angst, pot smoking and good, hard rockin’. Yup, I just wrote a word and substituted a “g” for an apostrophe. Kill me now!
Anyhow, as I was hunched over in the dining room sucking up bits of dried egg and puffed wheat, I turned to see Otto sitting in front of the said pile of albums and looking through them like he worked in a record store. His ability to flick the album covers toward him reminded me of times at Tower Records when as a young, clueless music fan I would fan through all the albums by a band that I knew even though I already owned them. I just wanted to look cool and if anyone asked me a question I cold rattle off the names of all the songs and band members without missing a beat.
Otto actually stopped and looked at every cover and took in what he saw as far as I could tell. I just thought it was cute until he stopped on Supertramp’s Breakfast in America and my heart went all soft. That was my first album and I’ll never forget the summer I lived with my grandparents in Wisconsin and listed to the funky and high pitched lead singer sing about his girlfriend and a Vegemite sandwich over and over in their sun room. It was such an intense experience to really fall in love with a song or someone’s voice and know that they could be there anytime you wanted them to.
As Otto continued through the pile I wondered what will be his first album, his first song, his first band that will change his perception of the world forever and make him rock out like his old lady and old man. I just hope it's not Yanni.
For those you care this is the collection of albums Otto was looking through. Not a bad start for a little head banger in training…
The Kinks -The File Series
The Who - Who Are You
The Who – Face Dances
Prince – Purple Rain
Journey – Departure
Sinatra – Trilogy
The Jimi Hendrix Experience – Are You Experienced
The Kinks – Misfits
Madonna – Like A Virgin
Queen – The Game
Pink Floyd – Dar Side of the Moon
Billy Joel - 52nd Street
Journey – Journey
Lou Reed – Coney Island Baby
Black Sabbath – We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘n’Roll
The Doors – LA Woman
Black Sabbath – Black Sabbath
Eric Clapton – 461 Ocean Boulevard
The Police – Synchronicity
Pink Floyd – Meddle
Lou Reed – Rock N Roll Animal
Jackson Browne – Late For The Sky
The Clash - London Calling
Peter Gabriel – Peter Gabriel
The Who – Odds and Sods
Lou Reed – New Sensations
Zappa – Zoot Allures
Rod Stewart –Never A Dull Moment
Supertramp – Breakfast In America
Bruce Springsteen – Tunnel of Love
David Bowie - Aladdin Sane
Donna Summer – Love to Love You Baby
Pete Townsend –Scoop
AC/DC - Highway To Hell
Jane’s Addiction – Nothing’s Shocking
Steely Dan – Katy Lied
Lou Reed – Live
Country Joe and The Fish – I Feel Like I’m Fixin’ To Die
X – Ain’t Love Grand
Elvis Costello – Elvis Costello
Roxy Music – Manifesto
The Kinks – Preservation Act I
Bruce Springsteen – Greetings From Asbury Park
Led Zeppelin – Presence
Elton John - Tumbleweed Connection
Al Green – Call Me
Neil Young – After the Goldrush
Elvis Costello and the Attractions - Imperial Bedroom
Fleshtones – Roman Gods
Neil Diamond – Rainbow
The Knack – Get The Knack
Aerosmith – Toys in the Attic
Best of Scorpians
The Pretenders – Learning To Crawl
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