For me, it was crawling behind the wheel of my “sexy” purple 1962 Pontiac Tempest station wagon at the ripe ‘ole age of 16, and turning on the radio as loud as it would go, and hearing the band Three Dog Night wailing Joy to The World.
Growing up in a legalistic and very religious home, I was not allowed to listen to the music that shaped the world during my adolescence. So, the freedom of a drivers license, and a car of my own, a place completely free of religious control, cannot be overemphasized!
Southern gospel was the music I was force-fed all through my growing-up, and to this day, even though I have dear friends who sing it, I cannot abide it.
Three Dog Night soon progressed to Peter Cetera and Chicago (Feelin’ Stronger Every Day), which progressed to Rick Wakeman (No Earthly Connection) and Yes (Owner Of A Lonely Heart), which morphed (was that even a word in the ’70’s?) to Grand Funk Railroad (Mean Mistreater) and to Boston (More Than A Feeling), to Kansas (Carry On My Wayward Son), to Metallica (Kill ‘Em All) and on to, gasp, David Bowie (Changes), Michael Jackson (Thriller), Prince (1999) and U2 (War).
Today, amazingly, the highly touted and very real “generation gap” that existed musically and philosophically between my Father and I, does not exist between me and my children.
Regularly, my girls bring me music saying, “Dad, you will love this!”
From them, I have learned of the musical treasures of Florence and The Machine, Ray LaMontaigne, Butch Walker, East Village Opera Company, and on and on…
So, what is the very first song you remember?
I’m dyin’ to hear…
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