« on: December 5, 2004, 01:10 PM »
The first album I ever owned (can I call a cassette an "album") was, inexplicably, Billy Joel's "An Innocent Man."
It was the year that Michael Jackson's "Thriller" came out, and was the must have thing. So naturally, my mother bought it for my big brother.
And I can just see her, with her big early 80's afro, talking to the dumbass at Sam Goody:
My Mom: Well, if I get this hot new Michael Jackson tape for my oldest boy, I should probably get something for his little brother.
Sam Goody Dumbass: Hmm. Yeah. How old is he?
My Mom: Seven.
Sam Goody Dumbass: AH! I have just the thing. All the seven year-olds are really into this shlumpy, balding has been piano rocker Billy Joel. "An Innocent Man" is hot. White hot.
My Mom: Great! I'll take it.
Billy friggin' Joel.
The first album I ever bought with my own money was Oingo Boingo's "Dead Man's Party." After that, I signed up for Columbia House and got a bunch of Depeche Mode, New Order, and INXS stuff.
The first album that seriously changed my life, however, was Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Mother's Milk."
Screw Billy Joel.