This reminds me really vividly of my brother, early 1980s. We had a portable tape recorder (they used to call them boom boxes, you know), and he had a tape of this album in it. He walked into the kitchen with it paused, and said 'Listen to this'. He released the pause, and the stanza of 'Bodies' just after the false ending kicked in. 'FAAHCK AND FAAHCK THAT! FAAHCKING IN THE THE FAAHCKHOUSE, FAAHKING BLACKS!' screamed Johnny Rotten. I looked at my brother, secretly envious that he'd laid his hands on this near-mythical (to a 1t year old) artefact from ancient history, but also appalled that he'd decided to play that bit of it in the kitchen, in front of our parents. Incredibly, they didn't notice, and later Jan confessed that he'd made a mistake by playing that - it was just a coincidence that he'd paused it at that point.
I still can't believe my parents didn't notice. It clearly made quite an impression on me.
I'm really enjoying this blog, Zak. I have such memories attached to vinyl and tapes, too-- much of my teen life was spent looking for records and playing them-- I met my partner in a used record shop on Hollywood Blvd. (He has a great record blog, too-- http://mrowster.wordpress.com/)
ReplyDeleteI think I first heard punk from a friend who played a tape of the Toy Dolls' Dig that Groove Baby, played from the belly of one of those "speaking" baby dolls that had a tape deck inside it. I never looked back. Haha!
Thanks, impymalting, I'm pleased you're enjoying the ride. I've had a look at your chap's blog and all I can say is WHOAH! He's got some really obscure records!
ReplyDeleteI stupidly ditched 99% of my tapes a few years ago - along with the vinyl, they were just lending toom uch ballast to my life. But the vinyl is too precious to ever let go.
I love the idea of a baby doll playing music from its belly - properly satanic.