Roots

Ok, i'm early with the post...ive been thinking about things, and rather than go to work and forget, ill just knock it out now.

Roots (70's to the early 80's) PART 1

As far back as I can remember, there has always been music playing in my parents house.

Earliest memories include...

laying on my parents bed in the middle of summer and hearing "The Tide Is High" by Blondie

riding in their light blue Ford station wagon and listening to "We Are Family" by Sister Sledge

going to see stock car races in Wisconsin with my dad and singing along with "Louisiana Saturday Night" by Mel McDaniel (had to Google that one)

whenever my dad would have to go to the hardware store on a saturday, I would always tag along...mind you..at this point in time, I was probably 8...maybe 9 years old TOPS, so my interest in records wont be for another 4 or 5 years yet....but back to the story.

on the usual saturday outing, after we ran the errands of the day, we would always stop off at a tavern so my dad could knock back a few cold ones, and shoot the shit with his buddies....I wasnt allowed to sit at the bar so my dad would give me a bunch of quarters to play games....and I did....until i discovered the jukebox.

This was Northern Illinois, so the selections were country, top 40, and some randoms like Elvis and whatnot.

I remember...6 plays for 1.00...and i STUDIED the selections to choose from, so I could play the BEST stuff that not only I liked, but what i saw some of the other people in the tavern liked too....(holy shit...i was playing dj...setting the mood in the room...and I knew NOTHING of "DJ'ing"...mind = blown)

This is about the time, where I think my interest in music really started....probably late 78...early 79...80

Tune back in tomorrow for part 2, where I get into drumming.