Continuing on into the 1980's I'd like to state up front that I realize that all of musical tastes weren't exactly enlightened, but that's not the point of this thread.
For instance, Emotional Rescue by the Stones is pretty much universally agreed upon as being their worst album...ever...but I didn't care...discernment didn't come along until later...
as is evidenced by this next entry, the year was 1982 and I was 17 years old. I had dropped out of high school, gotten my GED, enrolled in beauty school and was dating a man much my senior and toolin' around in a little 1978 beige Toyota Corolla:
...it even had a cassette tape player (which was a real luxury in those days) and by this time the cassette had fully trumped the 8-track and was soon to replace the album, as well, unfortunately...and in those days I listened to this album
a lot:
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I didn't even know at the time that she used to be a Frank Zappa groupie and supplied the ecstatic squealing and moaning on his
The Torture Never Stops...hell, I barely knew who Frank Zappa was, but I knew there was something about her that I related to. A sexual frankness that I wanted to emulate...even though I was far too shy to ever do so...at that time.
