Can you take me back where I came from?

Band on the Run was the first 45 I ever bought. I was 10. It was 1975 and I bought it at a TG&Y store in Wichita, Kansas. After bringing that record home, putting it on my mother’s old stereo and laying that tonearm down on the grooves and hearing those guitars, that bass and the  crescendo that is that song — that’s when I fell head-over-heels in love with music. My next purchase, the Let it Be album. I was so impressed by the red apple on the label for some reason. I would play that LP for hours — memorizing every line, phrase and note. I knew Lennon’s play on Get Back  “Rosetta, sweet Loretta fart she thought she was a cleaner, but she was a frying pan.” better than I knew my 5th grade times tables. From that day on, I was hooked. My allowance and money I got from cutting yards ended up going toward albums by The Beatles and the ex-Beatles. Rock and Roll Music, Wings at the Speed of Sound, 33 and 1/3, Shaved Fish, Wings Over America, London Town, George Harrison, Rotogravure, Love Songs etc. There was a feeling I got whenever a new record was released. Often, on days when I was home sick, I’d get on my bike and peddle a few miles to the nearest Sound Warehouse to look at record covers and buy some back catalog titles if I had some cash in hand. With the new Beatles remasters coming out, I’m getting that itch again. This article from the Lefsetz Letter blog really inspired me.  I can’t wait to get the White Album (again) and put on Dear Prudence to hear how the guitar, bass and drums play together. I want to again imagine being in the middle of the studio when the vocals for Happiness is a Warm Gun were being tracked. To hear the horns on Savoy Truffle, the acoustic guitar on While My Guitar Gently Weeps. And that’s just one album. I can’t wait to hear them all.