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Originally Posted by montsnmags
My (actually "our", with my sister) first album, as bought for us by mum and dad (*), was ABBA's Arrival. Me, my sister, and the similarly aged brother-and-sister duo from over the road used to turn it up and and pretend we were ABBA. I was always the one we tended to call "monkey-man" (Björn). I think I was about 6 at the time.
There's probably a connection between this and a favourite movie of mine, Muriel's Wedding. 
(* The first album I bought for myself was Devo's Freedom of Choice)
Cheers,
Marc |
I grew up with two much older brothers who were into punk music, a dad who was into blues/motown, a mum who was into Black Sabatth/Free/The Small Faces and an aunt who lived with us who was a massive Commodores/Barry Manilow fan. My little sister's favourite music, being only little, was the sound of the hoover (vacuum cleaner) which she used to dance to
And I wonder why my musical tastes are so messed up
Oh, and I celebrate every day that I grew up in such a weird and musically diverse household.