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Records your parents listened to that you enjoyed(Please share)
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Thanks for reminding me about Henry Mancini. My dad definitely had Henry playing a lot.
You are talking about Do You Like My New Car into Happy Together…
BTW that was pretty much the same stage plot and equipment used at the Lewis and Clark College concert as in the above video.
Yeah! That's it!
Yeah, I remembered correctly that the Happy Together thing was part of the groupie bit.
And there is no way that groupie bit would be allowed nowadays.
We got a whole different set of what's kosher and whut ain't.
But as I remember the "I can't stand it", was part of the Flo acid freak out.
They might have changed it, but geez, I could be remembering wrong...let's see that was...53 years ago??!!!
Oh man, that can't be right....
Put this one in the wrong place earlier...
Acker Bilk was actually pretty huge.
What they used to call easy listening.
The original album: Mr. Acker Bilk, dad had it.
About thirty years later, I got the second album.
It was pretty neat, that mix, like coming through time, totally unexpectedly.
Aussie guy whose hit, like Acker Bilk's from England, made the jump to the states.
Sun Arise and Johnny Day were pretty good. He had an apparently unsavory domestic life.
Made Phil Spector look healthy.
Acker Bilk was actually pretty huge.
What they used to call easy listening.
The original album: Mr. Acker Bilk, dad had it.
About thirty years later, I got the second album.
It was pretty neat, that mix, like coming through time, totally unexpectedly.
Aussie guy whose hit, like Acker Bilk's from England, made the jump to the states.
Sun Arise and Johnny Day were pretty good. He had an apparently unsavory domestic life.
Made Phil Spector look healthy.
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My dad embedded speakers into the bookshelves of our house in the early 1960's.
My uncle wrote electronic textbooks for the US Navy and they collaborated to build a new - fangled solid state power amp that was mounted in our basement - wires from that ran into a Dynaco preamp situated upstairs in the den.
Sadly my dad passed when I was 9 in 1969 but I remember as if just yesterday him air-conducting the Beatles during his repeated listenings of Penny Lane..
My uncle wrote electronic textbooks for the US Navy and they collaborated to build a new - fangled solid state power amp that was mounted in our basement - wires from that ran into a Dynaco preamp situated upstairs in the den.
Sadly my dad passed when I was 9 in 1969 but I remember as if just yesterday him air-conducting the Beatles during his repeated listenings of Penny Lane..
Thank you for that, such a great story.
My dad...a very complicated guy, and he never really told me much.
But amid everything else, (especially a whole lotta rage) he had a tube hifi, and seeing the glow of those things in his sterophonic Hi-Fi, from as early as I can remember, and the music he had, probably did as much for my life as anything. I'm always thankful for that. When he listened to music, there was a side of him that you never saw anywhere else.
I just remembered a couple more that he had.
The big cinematic finale kind of things.
He used to whistle the Tchaikovsky line when he was in a good mood.
("There is a sweet nurse in every ward"...he broke his neck at age 17, wrecked a car while driving crazy fast with his friends, the black sheep of a Mormom family. In a halo- screws in his skull - in the hospital for something like a half a year. His family came to see him once. I only thought of that just now.)
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As far back as I can remember, I listened to music at night after we were put to bed. My dad would go play guitar and sing along with records or reel to reel tapes and the sound drifted down the hall and into our bedrooms, so music has been in my life since before I knew what it was. This is the first music I knew the name of the artist, something I discovered later as I began to learn more about music, which began with me digging through my folk's record and tape collection.
Marty was required listening in our house, and my dad kept up with record releases. I don't know if he ordered them through the PX or if they carried the records he bought, I just know he was always bringing home something new no matter the base or country.
My mom actually had this LP and in Junior High I discovered it (about 1978), and listened about 5,000 times. I think this pic is the stereo version worth big $, but I had the mono version worth $25 haha.
And to think the world was in an uproar,
over their hair
Such a simple time back then.
Oh man, that 50s, early 60s country. Great stuff.
Only heard in passing at the time, but when I did listen to radio when I lived in Nashville (later), it was usually WSM and to Eddie Stubbs, who had just started. That's when I got it, getting the world it came from. Faron Young died soon after I got to Nashville. He just had one of those great voices.
I used to drive by Hank Williams' old house going to work, and heard that story about Billie Jean Horton.
Those guys lived hard.
Only heard in passing at the time, but when I did listen to radio when I lived in Nashville (later), it was usually WSM and to Eddie Stubbs, who had just started. That's when I got it, getting the world it came from. Faron Young died soon after I got to Nashville. He just had one of those great voices.
I used to drive by Hank Williams' old house going to work, and heard that story about Billie Jean Horton.
Those guys lived hard.
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Yep, our house was filled with it. In addition to my dad playing and singing along during the week, we hosted get togethers where other soldiers would bring their family over and the guys would be playing and singing while the wives were putting together a big dinner for everyone, and the kids running around the house being kids. It was not until we were out of the Army and I was a teen going to sleepovers that I learned that not everyone played, or even listened to music. I’ve got my folks to thank for my love and appreciation of music. We were encouraged to listen to whatever we wanted and when we started buying our own albums, we were taught to use the big stereo my dad built into the built in desk and bookshelves in the family room. I’ve always counted myself lucky for being exposed to and encouraged to enjoy music from a very early age.
Same thing here. I don't think they could know how much that did. (If they were still available to tell them, I sure would.)
Millennial here. I remember liking Joe Jackson's Beat Crazy (I still do).