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First recorded song you ever remember hearing…
- Thread starter roccobass
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I'm sure I must have heard the soundtracks from The Wizard of Oz, Mary Poppins, Sound of Music, Streisand, or anything Disney first, but I definitely remember wearing out the grooves on Rubber Soul. Yeah, Mary Poppins and Rubber Soul would be a tie for actual memory of listening to the records. Having the actual vinyl with the jackets and photos sure help seal those things to memory. I'd have to include Jan & Dean, Trini Lopez, and Andy Williams in there too.
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My Dad was a guitarist as was my mom, both into Honky Tonk country western stuff, so I am going with Hank Williams songs I was very young he played along with the record as soon as he got home from work, I think if I was to guess considering it was a fav of his to play
I also remember hearing John Denver's "Leaving on a Jet Plane" on the console stereo/record player in my grandfather's pool room when I was perhaps 3 or 4.
Yes, yes, yes...Peggy Lee's Fever was my second memory of bass. I've floated the idea of covering it with most groups I was associated with over the decades but it wasn't until a few years ago the jazzy guitarist/singer I'm now in a duo with agreed. I finally get to play it.
There were probably others but the first one to catch my ear was "Shake, Rattle and Roll" by Bill Haley and the Comets. My parents had this as a 45 back when I was a little dude.
In about 1962 or 1963, my father built a Heathkit monaural hifi system. I was 7 or 8. He was never much for music, and a bit of a racist and misogynist, as I later learned about him. Anyhow, my mom did like music, and would play this Burl Ives record over and over. This is the tune I remember:
Apologies for any racially slanted lyrics. We weren't too aware of those things at that age; and the tune was just fairly catchy. I particularly liked the lyric about the master getting thrown in the ditch. That's the one that I recall. Ah, the innocence of childhood.
Couple years later, the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan right after Lassie. My parents sat there snorting disgust at the haircuts. I thought they sounded pretty great. I Wanna Hold Your Hand probably was my fav.
Apologies for any racially slanted lyrics. We weren't too aware of those things at that age; and the tune was just fairly catchy. I particularly liked the lyric about the master getting thrown in the ditch. That's the one that I recall. Ah, the innocence of childhood.
Couple years later, the Beatles appeared on Ed Sullivan right after Lassie. My parents sat there snorting disgust at the haircuts. I thought they sounded pretty great. I Wanna Hold Your Hand probably was my fav.
Since Mr. memory is shot I can't recall the very first. But I do remember him when I was real young putting on Philharmonic orchestra 1812 overture and I loved it. On an Old fisher stereo with a external cab for extra bass. I still have the album set. Along with all of his albums. Some are 1 sided 78's.
Now if it was my mom it was old school country.
Now if it was my mom it was old school country.
My grandparents always had music on. I remember when very little noticing that when we'd visit. I don't remember what they were playing early on. It was old jazz and big band I guess, having inherited the vinyl.
But I recall being about 10-11, asking if they had any newer music. My grandpa put on Black Sabbath. Whatever was the first song on Black Sabbath self-titled, that was the first song I really noticed. I listened to the whole album standing there transfixed.
Funny in hindsight, before that, being a child growing up in the 80s, I thought of music as stuff for old people or really obnoxious 80s stuff. I didn't know there was this whole thing of other genres. Nobody around me really listened to anything I liked, not until around that time that my sister also discovered punk, and friends discovered hip hop. Sabbath wasn't his jam, but he was a guitar teacher and he had bought some more assorted stuff to learn with students. But he started getting me some classic hard rock and early metal discs. Were my most anticipated presents.
I grew to appreciate a wider array later, (but never really 80s pop) but that was the early trajectory, blues/jazz playing, cigar smoking, whiskey drinkin' Russian grandpa putting on Black Sabbath.
But I recall being about 10-11, asking if they had any newer music. My grandpa put on Black Sabbath. Whatever was the first song on Black Sabbath self-titled, that was the first song I really noticed. I listened to the whole album standing there transfixed.
Funny in hindsight, before that, being a child growing up in the 80s, I thought of music as stuff for old people or really obnoxious 80s stuff. I didn't know there was this whole thing of other genres. Nobody around me really listened to anything I liked, not until around that time that my sister also discovered punk, and friends discovered hip hop. Sabbath wasn't his jam, but he was a guitar teacher and he had bought some more assorted stuff to learn with students. But he started getting me some classic hard rock and early metal discs. Were my most anticipated presents.
I grew to appreciate a wider array later, (but never really 80s pop) but that was the early trajectory, blues/jazz playing, cigar smoking, whiskey drinkin' Russian grandpa putting on Black Sabbath.
Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford or The Ballad of Davy Crockett by Bill Hayes. Just can't remember which was first though.
It was probably one of those American Airlines reel-to-reel tapes my Father play back then.
I have no idea. My childhood was rich with music. Always some music in the background, and my father played folk guitar and sang.
The first records I remember loving so much, that my parents got fed up having to put them on all the time, and finally taught me how to use the record player (and headphones) were :
JR Walker - Roadrunner
Kraftwerk - Autobahn
The Who - Boris the Spider
I was 3 years old, so it definitely wasn't the first recorded music I'd heard, just the music that I wanted to listen to.
The first recorded music I remember loving, to the point that it effectively taught me to stand (hanging on for dear life to the back of the armchair, dancing on the cushion like a maniac) was when the Snooker came on TV every evening :
Winifred Atwell - The Black and White Rag
JR Walker - Roadrunner
Kraftwerk - Autobahn
The Who - Boris the Spider
I was 3 years old, so it definitely wasn't the first recorded music I'd heard, just the music that I wanted to listen to.
The first recorded music I remember loving, to the point that it effectively taught me to stand (hanging on for dear life to the back of the armchair, dancing on the cushion like a maniac) was when the Snooker came on TV every evening :
Winifred Atwell - The Black and White Rag
4th of 4 kids and born 1965. Elder sisters are spaced about 4 years apart, so at any given time I was subjected to whichever music they were playing (and the radio seemed to always be on - late 60s), and whichever band was popular at the time.
One that stands out the most is my eldest sister played "In the year 2525" by Zager & Evans relentlessly.
That probably explains a lot.
We didn't have a radio, a tv, or a record player, so I used to ask my grandmother for sixpences to run across the street and play this on the cafe jukebox:
They must have dreaded seeing me coming.
They must have dreaded seeing me coming.
Bye Bye Love - Everly Brothers 1958.
My mom was pretty cool and open minded about the new, dangerous rock n roll back then. She listened to rock n roll and a few years later wrote a note to the school to say I was sick when she actually had sent me downtown to buy myself a Beatles ticket.
My mom was pretty cool and open minded about the new, dangerous rock n roll back then. She listened to rock n roll and a few years later wrote a note to the school to say I was sick when she actually had sent me downtown to buy myself a Beatles ticket.
