Awesome thread and stories!
I’m essentially a child of the 80’s; the first "real" album I had (i.e. not Mickey Mouse Disco on vinyl that I played with a suitcase turntable) was Songs From The Big Chair on cassette. When “Shout” was
everywhere in the summer of ’85 and I was 11, I initially thought it was "the dumbest song ever” and made fun of it until, I don't know why or when, the switch flipped and I thought it was the greatest thing I had ever heard—becoming a Tears for Fears nut, chasing down the The Hurting, every single and b-side, and even Graduate stuff. Over the course of a few years, I got into U2 in a similar manner... then branched out with a copy of Peter Gabriel's "So"... started working and figured out how to get piles of albums from Columbia House, and then I was
really off to the races. Had seen the older kids with their Zeppelin and Floyd t-shirts and always felt like that was some kind of club I wasn't allowed into, but took a chance with IV and then The Wall and realized I
was allowed, and I loved everything I could get my hands on.
That was certainly all revelatory, but I don't know any of it rearranged my understanding of what an album could be and do until one day I heard “Lucky Man" on the local rock station—I thought it was great, but was especially curious about the wacky synth stuff going on at the end. During one of those defining trips when I took the train into Manhattan with friends to hit some record shops, I picked up a copy of the first ELP album on CD because of “Lucky Man”. I had absolutely no frame of reference for what came roaring out of my speakers when I got it home, but I just LOVED it. "Lucky Man" was the least of it! It also felt like
my discovery that I could bring to other people because I didn’t know anyone that had been down this path before. The trip those songs took me on, the musicianship, the
sounds they were using, the textures, and it being about music and wherever the muse takes you, rather than radio hits per se… that opened the door for me to be the guy who sought out the overlooked, the underground, the “uncool”, the progressive—following my friends saying “hey, check out this new band, Soundgarden” and “did you hear the new KRS-One?” with “check out this insanity by Gentle Giant”.
We had a real melting pot of friends and our bond was music, with nothing being off the table and everything getting a real listen and consideration. I’m grateful for
all of it. Not far off from the QQ vibe I'm feeling these days, TBH.
But that opening growl of “The Barbarian”? Into that pummeling beat with the piercing organ stabs? I was never the same.