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I have one of the original album printings. The one where 'Bach' is sitting.
Walter Carlos didn't like that picture. Thought Bach looked too 'shocked',
so he got Columbia to change the cover to Bach standing.
I like the first cover.
The white cat is so relaxed
I knew the big machine was called a 'Moooog'. That's all I knew.
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...SOOOO...let me try to explain my affinity and passion for music . . .
I think it first started when I was about 9 or 10.
The first album I ever expressed interest in was 'Switched on Bach' by Walter Carlos.
I had heard it in music class at the
Coleraine Academical Institute
(CAI) in Northern Ireland.
I remember the teacher saying it had just come out. So it was 1968. I
must of been 11. I would of been in L1D (a classroom designation).
(This was back when they still had the 11+ exam. That exam decided if
you were of academic quality or if you were going to fit pipes for a
living. I failed the 11+ exam. If you passed the exam, your education
at 'higher leaning centres' like the CAI was free. So, my parents paid
hard money to get me into the CAI. But I digress.)
Anyway I ran home and told my parents I had heard this wonderful noise.
I guess I just had to say 'Bach' and they bought the album for me.
I had been listening to 'Peter and the Wolf' by Sergei Prokofiev and I loved that.
I knew all the orchestral instruments.
But I'd never heard an instrument like this.
I played 'Switched on Bach' continuously. I had never heard anything like it before.
Of course, neither had anybody else at that time. It was unique.
It set a standard. It still does.
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THEN WE CAME TO
AMERICA (1970) |
THE FIRST ALBUM I BOUGHT
WAS JOHN LENNON'S 'IMAGINE' (1971) |
THEN I
FOUND
EMERSON LAKE AND PALMER (1971) |
MY SECOND ALBUM WAS
'TRILOGY' BY ELP (1972) MY THIRD ALBUM WAS 'THICK AS A BRICK' BY
JETHRO TULL (1972)
MY FOURTH ALBUM WAS 'MACHINE HEAD' BY DEEP
PURPLE (1972)
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I'd find out about Robert Moog later on
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THEN ELP's 'BRAIN SALAD SURGERY'
CHANGED MY LIFE (1973) |
Me at MoogFest 2006. I
went to see my idol Keith Emerson at the ripe old age of 48. Heck, if
Keith can still rock at 61, Then so can I!!! Notice 'The 'Beast' (1968
Modular Moog) in the background ! |

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Brain Salad Surgery LP Cover
Which led to me finding out about H. R. Giger
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My 1974 Rock collage. Frozen in time.
Mostly from Italian rock magazines from '73 & 74
(Notice how Jimi is right-handed in the center picture.)
I was a fanatic about the top keyboard players of the day.
Rick Wakeman in the upper left. Keith Emerson, lower right.
That's how I started the collage I remember.
The rest just sort of fell into place after that.
It's about 45" W by 36" L.
Never been framed.
Isn't it cool to see your 15 year old mind frozen in time?
My First
Rock Concert (I was 14) |
August 18th 1972, Dillon Stadium, (Outdoors) Hartford, CT. |
THE LINE UP |
Phlorescent Leech and Eddy (From the Turtles & The Mothers
of Invention) |
The Kinks |
(Then it rained for 80 minutes) |
The Beach Boys |
The Doors |
(The concert ended at 1:30am) |
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(And now the story behind the concert...)
1972. 14. I
was a sophomore. Sophomore means 'wise fool' and it is entirely
true. By now was steeped in the music of the day. Almost
every day I would walk over to my friend's house after school
and we would play each other records all the way through
(stopping to flip the LPs over) and then talk about them and
play cards. He was a sophomore too. He went to the other HS
across town. He was 16 and had very long hair. Like Mark Farner
long hair. He was the one that told me about the Dillon concert.
I asked 'how do we get tickets'? He said 'we'll buy them there'.
I trusted he knew what he was talking about. The day came and I
told my parents I was just going over to my friend's house. I
figured I'd be back from the concert before 11pm and nobody
would be the wiser. I think we took the bus to the closest point
to Dillon stadium, then we walked. There were 4 of us all
together. All sophomores. I was the youngest though I tried to
hide it. There were lots of people milling around outside the
gates. We went to a few scalpers but they wanted more than
we could afford. Then my friend went off on his own and came
back about 15 min later. He had one ticket. My heart sank. He
showed it to all of us.
It said "ADMIT ONE". Then beside that someone had written in "+
3". I thought
wait a minute, that can't be right. But by then we were walking
towards the gate. We stood in line, my heart pounding. Then it
was our turn. The guy looked at the ticket and said something
like 'this ain't right - where'd you get this'? My heart was
racing. I thought we'd go to jail. How would I explain I needed
to be bailed out of prison to my parents? My life as I knew it
was over! We all looked at the guy with soft kitten eyes and he
said 'God damn it - off you go'! We were in. Holy crap! We
looked at each other with that wonder that only teenagers can
experience. We were in! The stadium was full of people. There
were no seats. It was 'General Admission' (plus three) and you
had to squeeze in to find a place. The only hole that was open
led right to the front of the stage. I remember thinking 'Oh no,
I'm going to lose my friends and get crushed'. But all four of
us made it together and there we were standing at the right side
of the stage. We were way early. It was daylight and the concert
didn't start till about 8 or 9pm. All the while people were
pushing for position. The other two I was with went off to get a
drink and that was the last we saw of them. I knew it. I stood
fast by my friend. No way I was going lose him or this spot. My
friend was there to see Flo and Eddy and The Kinks. I knew about
Flo and Eddie from Frank Zappa, but I had no idea they were
originally from The Turtles. I recognised the old
songs when I heard them. The Kinks did a terrible show and
people actually threw beer cans at them. One of them hit Ray
Davies on the head I remember. They quit shortly after that.
Then it rained. The ground got very muddy with people trampling
all around. I remember my bell bottom jeans felt very heavy
because of all the mud that was caked on them. I didn't care for
the Beach Boys. They were too friendly, if you know what I mean.
All those surf hits just turned my gut. I was listening to Deep
Purple, Focus, EL&P. Beach Boys was just not me at that time.
When my watch showed 11pm I started to get nervous. What was I
going to say to my parents? I'd lied. At that age you don't
think about how frantic your parents are. You think about how
angry they are going to be. We had wrung our clothes as best we
could and had sunk into the mud. We were stuck. Figuratively and
literally. Shoulder to shoulder and now, for some reason that
still escapes me to this day, we were about 60 feet from the
stage. How did that happen? Then came The Doors. I wondered if
they had a new singer. How was this going to work? Ray, John and
Robby came on stage. No singer. They started the first song
'Love me two Times'. Surprisingly Ray Manzarek did all the
singing and he was pretty good too. It was late because of the
rain delay so they only played three songs. I'd never heard
'Mosquito' before (it is from the first post-Morrison album
called 'Full Circle', and I thought it was incredible. So then
there was like a 20 min version of 'Light My Fire' which was
superb and it was over. How do we get home?
VESPA VIDEO - SEPT 2014
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THEN I HAD MY ACCIDENT MARCH 30
(1973) (That changed my life too) PINK FLOYD RELEASED 'DARK
SIDE OF THE MOON' (March 1973)
Everybody's life changed. (At
least if you were 15 at the time) |
THEN I
WENT TO ITALY FOR THE FIRST TIME (SUMMER 1973)
THEN I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL AT 16 (1974) |
Graduated High School at
16.?
Tell
me about it.
Were you a genius?
No.
How did you do it? What with the accident, and all.
Learning how to walk again must of been a real pain. . .
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Actually, I didn't think much about it.
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Jethro Tull 'Thick as a
Brick' . I have the original Newspaper edition from 1972. Try getting
that with a CD or an Apple download! |
I was surrounded by 14 year old hormones when I was 12 and didn't
really notice it. I was still in a daze. America was this great new
adventure and I thought we'd spend some time here and then move on.
Little did I know...
I was so, I like to say innocent. In America
they say immature. I remember I had a hard time making friends. They
literally couldn't understand what I was saying. I tried to talk like
them to fit in. Long vowels and short 't's. And they talked about stuff I'd never heard of.
Football was not the football I knew and loved. Basketball - what's
that? Girls - huh? My dad got some of it too. I
remember him coming home and saying how he thought there was a new
metal in the world because in America they had AH-LOOM-IN-UM. in
Britain we had AH-LOO-MIN-EE-UM.
In class once, I asked a boy if I
could borrow his rubber. You know, the rubber bit at the end of a
pencil. Well, did that cause a stir, it being a catholic school and
all...it was all very strange...
I wouldn't recommend it to anyone...
I would come to realise (much, much later) that America has a strange fascination with sex.
Like a snickering Puritan.
We can show you (and promote) the carnage of war, but no breasts on TV.
But again, I digress. I'll cover that area in another section.
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