What was your first record?

Some of you will know that I like to Tweet. Twitter is fast becoming the easiest way of communicating amongst the Addick faithful. Last night we started talking about music. In fact it was all Paul Benson’s fault. Someone had seen his “Addicks FM” selection on Charlton Player. Not the worst one we’ve had it must be said. Somehow the banter got round to what was your first record.

So what was yours? Mine and please remember that I was four years old at the time was Grandad, by Clive Dunn. To this day I cannot explain why I liked it, why I had to have it and why I went with my Dad to a record shop in Plumstead to buy it. I can say that it certainly wasn’t for the B-side “I play the spoons”. It made me think about my musical taste, how was it influenced and why I like certain genre’s, hating others.

My early musical choices were rather bad, in fact they were damn awful. I remember buying some serious cheese. Some of the worst offenders purchased were C.W.Macall, The Wombles and, the shame of it, Terry Wogan.

Like most kids, we grow up listening to the music played by our parents. I’m afraid that I grew up listening to Joe Loss, Glenn Miller, James Last, Shirley Bassey and other assorted big bands. Luckily I was saved by my cousins and their cast offs.

I was about six when I was given my own record player as a christmas present. Somehow I managed to end up with hundreds of assorted 45’s from my cousins. An eclectic selection from early Bowie, yes it was the Laughing Gnome, to the Beatles. I used to spend hours listening to the music.

Somehow I missed out on Punk, I was just that bit too young. When my peers at school were getting into Madness, the Specials and the whole 2 tone scene I was buying music from Queen and ELO. Pretty mainstream stuff, not very rebellious.

As I got older I started to appreciate and get into the Electronic genre, music from Kraftwerk, Jarre, Ultravox, Visage etc. But somehow didn’t embrace the culture that went with it. That’s probably down to having fairly strict parents. I still kick myself that I didn’t rebel.

As a parent myself I can now appreciate how lucky my parents were, I may have been a lippy so and so, but I towed the line. My eldest is gradually finding his feet and his voice. As anyone with a pre-pubescent child knows it can be a little fraught at times. The one thing that consoles me is that he has finally discovered music and what a chip off the old block he is too!

He’s grabbed my old MP3 player and rammed it full of music from his Dad’s collection. For Christmas he wanted the Beatles back catalogue. He’s forever playing Abbey Road. He went out in the Holidays and bought a couple of Muse albums, even though I already had them. My proudest moment was when he came in to tell me that Pink Floyd were awesome and that The Great Gig was his favourite track. It must be down to me then. It must be down to the times he spent in the car with me listening to my pretty loud taste.

So that still doesn’t answer how I got my taste. If I had taken after my Dad, I would be stuck in the 1940’s listening to the big band sound.

I’ll probably never know and to tell you the truth I don’t really care, I like what I like and that’s what makes me who I am!

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3 comments on “What was your first record?

  1. all day by the shadows.

    I actually wanted to buy wipeout by the safari’s but I stupidly asked my older brother to take me up the record shop and he took me up there twisting my arm all the way and I was eventually twisted into submission, bl**dy git, I’ve never forgotten it!

  2. First record I played was “I want to hold your Hand” by the Beatles. I like you was a big ELO and Dire Straits fan.
    How about this. Prompted by a friend’s posting I checked what was no 1 when I was born in Sept 1960. What a revalation the no 1 from July 2th were as follows:
    28/7 Cliff Richard – Please don’t tease
    4/8 Johnny Kidd & The Pirates -Shaking
    25/8 The Shadows – Apache
    29/9 Ricky Valance – Tell Laura I love her
    20/10 Roy Orbison – Only the lonely
    3/11 Elvis Presley – It’s now or never

  3. ‘My Old Man’s A Dustman’ by Lonnie Donegan and ‘Sailor’ by Petula Clark. Had to wait another year for parents to buy a radiogram tho’. Then fell in love with Frank Ifield but rescued by a whispering, hard to tune bakelite tranny and Radio Caroline. Thought I was really cool man, hippy haired and revelling in the lurv of the 60’s and Leonard Cohen.

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