And sometimes you grow up in a religious family and you can only listen to Christian music like the Patch the Pirate song about a girl who wants to marry her dad that was written by an old man.
I feel this. Even so the things we found in out induced state somehow bleed through. I love things that I shouldn't just because they found me when I needed them.
I feel that. I didn't get Christianity forced on me until I was like seven or eight years old. That was the dividing line in what music I was allowed to be subjected to.
That's part of it. Sometimes you just fall in love with good music at a young age. There's something to be said about the Innocence of youth coinciding with an appreciation of good art.
The first 45s I remember were played by my mom and aunt on their little phonograph player. I think "She Loves Me" was one. "Hep de Hootie" was another. Other than that, my uncle sang bass with a southern gospel quartet and cut his first record at age 17. Good stuff!
When I was 7, dad got me a crystal radio kit. It had a single earphone that I kept next me all night. At midnight, the one station I could pick up started playing Rock and Roll. The original versions. It was a life changer.
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Many levels here.
(I was a fan club member at the age of 8)
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