In the future I hope to bring you some great band reviews and interviews.
To begin our musical journey, let me tell you the story of my musical adventures.
This is how it all began:
Black Sabbath's very first album (also called "Black Sabbath"), came out in the United States in June of 1970. Later that same year, I turned five years old. Our neighbor, a very cheerful and colorful "hippy" guy bought a copy immediately thereafter. He was a big fan of British rock bands like Deep Purple and Humble Pie. The last time I saw him, he STILL blamed Peter Frampton for ruining the "best band in the world" by leaving Humble Pie. Thinking Black Sabbath would be British rock of the same caliber, he later gave the album to my 11 year old brother (also into British rock), because it was "WAY to heavy for me, man!"
From the first time my brother played it for me, I was totally obsessed! I knew my big brother didn't like me messing with his things, especially his albums, so I would have to be sneaky! Every day when my brother went to school, I would sneak into his room, and play that album over and over again.
I was very moved by the music, and would dance about frantically to Bill's beats, while trying to emulate Ozzy's vocals, and pretending I was playing Geezer's bass. Tony's guitar, I imagined being played by my brother, for that is what he wanted to do. I would also sit and gaze at the pretty lady in front of the church on the album cover for hours. I think she may be the main reason I have always had a bit of a gothic bent. I would sit and imagine I was her, and the band was inside the church playing a concert. It never occurred to me that that might be an odd place for a band to play; after all, there was a church bell right in the opening song, calling everyone inside to come listen!
When it got close to time for my brother to get home from school, I would put everything away, just as it had been when I entered the room, and leave.This went on for several months, until one day, my brother arrived home from school early and caught me playing HIS Black Sabbath album! He was so angry, he took the album to school with him the next day, so that there would be no way I could play it. Being barely five years old, I didn't even fully understand what I'd done wrong. All I understood fully was that my brother had taken my greatest love away from me!
My brother arrive home from school that next day to find his room in a bit of a shambles (I couldn't find MY Black Sabbath ANYWHERE!). He also found his little fuzzy headed G.I.Joe in pieces, spinning round and round on his turn table. Though I got the whipping of my life for that one when my dad got home, my brother eventually started letting me listen to it while he was at school, and even shared Black Sabbath albums with me when he would get new ones in the years to come.
Even though I was the one to get the whipping, I think my brother must have learned the greatest lesson that day...
... NEVER TAKE MY BLACK SABBATH AWAY! NEVER!
I owe it all to... http://www.blacksabbath.com/
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