Thanks, Tim, for reminding me what a freak of nature unique individual I am. You see, I’m probably one of the few people in the modern world that can’t name ten formative albums from my teen years.
After trying to participate in this meme, I finally have to admit what others have been telling me for years…I was a strange kid. I have eclectic musical tastes today, and it started as early as I can remember. If you would have asked 8-year-old Donna what songs rocked her boat, she would have probably answered: Elton John’s “Crocodile Rock”, Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood”, Bill Haley and the Comets’ “Rock Around the Clock”, Scott Joplin’s “The Entertainer”, and the Beatles’ “A Hard Day’s Night”. There’s really nothing wrong with the list, per se, unless you know that I was 8 years old in 1974 – other than Elton’s 1972 song, the rest are a bit before my time. And even Crocodile Rock isn’t “current” for the 70s, but instead is a nostalgic look back to the good old days of rock ‘n roll. I wasn’t alive for those “good old days”, but the music attracted me from an early age.
Of course, my list of favorites would have had Shaun Cassidy at the top, and may have even included the Bay City Rollers. But in terms of long-term influence on my psyche, those wouldn’t make my list today. I remember listening to 45s all the time (note: if you’re reading my blog and you don’t know what a 45 is, go ask your mother. If she doesn’t know, are you sure you’re old enough to be reading my blog?). The songs weren’t very good, and they aren’t any I’d listen to today except for a laugh. Prominent in my memory: Paper Lace’s “The Night Chicago Died” and Bo Donaldson’s “Billy, Don’t Be a Hero”. The one 45 I remember buying that you’d not only hear on the radio today but also not mind hearing is The Four Seasons’ “December, 1963 (Oh, What a Night)”. But only two albums resonate from those early days: the Beatles’ Hard Day’s Night and Paul McCartney and Wings’ Band on the Run. I still listen to both today and enjoy them!
As a teenager, my musical tastes got even stranger, at least by popular standards. Most high schoolers in the early 1980s were listening to Madonna; my friends and I were listening to songs about The Madonna. We liked what would be called “religious” music. Some I won’t admit to enjoying, but some of the albums I still love and will gladly tell all. One is the original 1970 U.S. recording of Jesus Christ Superstar. Some folks won’t consider this as religious music, and I don’t either, but it’s not the “Superfreak” that my classmates were listening to. Another is John Michael Talbot’s The Lord’s Supper. Talbot also recorded The Painter with his brother Terry, and that was played over and over as well. I listened to the radio more during my teen years than I listened to albums…and again my musical tastes showed a fascination for a time in which I did not live. I was hooked on the “oldies” of the 50s and 60s, especially Motown. I was not alone in this endeavor…my friend Kathy and I knew the words to the Temptations and Sam Cooke way more than Duran Duran.
In my 20s, I discovered the popular music that was being played during the 70s when I was a kid, and I enjoyed Bill Joel and James Taylor, as well as something that actually both current and “hip” – U2’s The Joshua Tree. In my 30s, the Gin Blossoms’ Congratulations, I’m Sorry was played – on cd, not vinyl – over and over and over again. At 35, I widened my musical tastes when I met Italian pop star Eros Ramazzotti for the first time via Stilelibero, which was then two years old. Now my music collection isn’t complete without a little Eros.
I feel like I’m admitting to a heinous crime when I say that I thought Madonna’s music was crap back when she was a superstar (except for “Crazy for You” which brings me back to 1985 in seconds), I didn’t listen to Bon Jovi until just a couple of years ago, and I hate metal. Yes, I have eclectic tastes. My iPod has Benny Goodman, Celine Dion, Hawaiian singer Keali’i Reichel, Semisonic, Sister Hazel, and Linkin Park. I never got into “convention” and if everyone was doing it, I probably wouldn’t be interested in doing it until several years later. So, just as my ancestry is a mix, so are the albums that “formed” me. And I can guarantee that no one else will share my list!
Note: What’s Past is Prologue will return to its normally scheduled genealogical articles tomorrow!