1976
It was 1976. The first year I realized that there was life outside of American Top 40. Sure, my sister had albums, but I didn't listen to them. I was a singles guy. 1976 was the year that I got deep into music, period. AT 40 was a must hear every week. I'd get depressed if I missed it. There was no way to hear it again. Billboard magazine? None where I lived.
One day on the weekend I heard a different countdown show. This one was playing album cuts. Album cuts from the week's best selling albums. You'd hear non-singles and singles, but here was the catch: you'd also hear the album versions of songs. I'd wonder why "Carry On Wayward Son" sounded different then what I heard on my AM station. Now I knew.
From there I started buying albums when I could get enough money, and when I went to my record store, paid more attention to the week's Top albums section.
But my passion for music bloomed in 1976.
One day on the weekend I heard a different countdown show. This one was playing album cuts. Album cuts from the week's best selling albums. You'd hear non-singles and singles, but here was the catch: you'd also hear the album versions of songs. I'd wonder why "Carry On Wayward Son" sounded different then what I heard on my AM station. Now I knew.
From there I started buying albums when I could get enough money, and when I went to my record store, paid more attention to the week's Top albums section.
But my passion for music bloomed in 1976.
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