I had just turned 12, and the first LP I paid for with my own money was _Elton John Greatest Hits Vol. I_, which had just dropped a few days before, and which even today stands out as one of the greatest greatest hits compilations. I had been raised on classical, opera, musical theater, and the Great American Songbook, and this was my first rock album—even if it was more pop than rock. I gradually shifted into harder rock over time, but I still have a soft spot for early Elton/Bernie, and “Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road” is still among my Top 10 favorite songs.
I have more than a soft spot for Elton. "Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road" is high on the list for me, though I find myself returning most frequently to Madman Across the Water. Man, the title track on that one is just so killer.
Excellent set from which an eight year old’s taste could develop, the mystical secrets of the hully-gully. A fine preparation for tuning to the vibrations of The Rock. No intermediary required. It was a gift.
I had just turned 12, and the first LP I paid for with my own money was _Elton John Greatest Hits Vol. I_, which had just dropped a few days before, and which even today stands out as one of the greatest greatest hits compilations. I had been raised on classical, opera, musical theater, and the Great American Songbook, and this was my first rock album—even if it was more pop than rock. I gradually shifted into harder rock over time, but I still have a soft spot for early Elton/Bernie, and “Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road” is still among my Top 10 favorite songs.
I have more than a soft spot for Elton. "Goodbye, Yellow Brick Road" is high on the list for me, though I find myself returning most frequently to Madman Across the Water. Man, the title track on that one is just so killer.
I was 8 when I bought my first record in 1971: The Carpenters "Rainy Days and Mondays." I still think it's a great song!
Listening to it now! Lovely. Thanks Dan!
Excellent set from which an eight year old’s taste could develop, the mystical secrets of the hully-gully. A fine preparation for tuning to the vibrations of The Rock. No intermediary required. It was a gift.
Wayne--It really was. Now I have a kid who is just on the cusp of turning 8. I'm doing my best to pass the gift along! Thanks for reading!