Do you remember the thrill of buying your first record? Not a shiny CD,not a download, but a black vinyl single. I was reminded recently of my"first time".
My 13-year-old niece was showing me the MP3 player she got for herbirthday, and I asked her what music she was into. "Well, there's thisgreat song by the guy who sings with The Darkness," she said, at whichpoint I switched off. Justin Move-over-Bono-it's-my-turn Hawkins? Nothanks. "It's this cool song called This Town Ain't Big Enough for Bothof Us, she added, plugging her headphones in.
My jaw dropped as I was transported back to the age of 11. It was thefirst single I ever bought. Do you remember your first favourite singerand how you suddenly woke up to puberty? I loved Sparks. My mum hatedthem, especially "the one that looks like Hitler". I think her loathingwas part of the attraction. That record was cherished, treasured, playedto death on the radiogram (remember them?). Sparks were different, fullof the promise of a bigger world to a fat spotty child on a councilestate where if you didn't conform you got a guaranteed kicking on theway home from school.
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