Being alone with your music

I’ve always enjoyed being alone. Being alone with my favorite tunes playing adds a new layer of ‘Being here NOW’.

I remember well the first time I heard ‘In my room’ by the Beach Boys. That wonderful angst of being young and not knowing my future overwhelmed me. Those emotions we’re trained to suppress burst forward, changing me forever.

From that moment forward music became a personal thing. A private wonderful world that I had control over. It was 1966, I was 13 years old.

When we’re young, very little is under our control. Now music could set us free. It was up there with the first time, 3 years later, when I drove my car alone the first time.  In preparation for the big moment, I installed my first car cassette player (by Norelco). Now I was truly free to be me.

Your stories would be much appreciated.



I’m single and live in near recluse.

Very first music listening as this New Transistor radio with a little 9V battery. At night in bed under the covers. Sony reel to reel model 111. recordings made from that a.m, radio. Upgraded to a Wollensak. A Tank of a reel to reel machine. Then my dad helped me build my own stereo units so I wouldn’t touch his Magnavox console.

We have a lot of friends named John. One rides a Ninja motorcycle. He’s Ninja John. Indian John. America Indian. There is Radio John. Goes like a radio with a broken off switch.

Like my contemporaries on this thread, I remember being alone in the middle of the night in the sixties listening to WLS and WWL, then cruising my small town looking for girls guided by John Records Landecker in the early seventies 

my first job out of college was far from my hometown in western Kentucky and I was a kid who had never been anywhere. Bought a stereo rig with the first money I made and spent lots of time alone listening to vinyl trying to figure out being an adult, of sorts. Then a family, kids, work and no time or money for long listening sessions or anything other than cheap consumer equipment from silo or circuit city

alone again the last few years. Got back in to really enjoying music on decent equipment. My job has plenty of stress, and involves law enforcement and often political stuff. Decided a few years ago to swear off cable news and most nights spend 2-3 hours alone in the dark really enjoying music. Good decision. Brings peace at the end of the day. 

retiring soon. I enjoy some great friends and good company in my life, but look forward to a little time each day to close my eyes and get lost in the music. Not everyone understands the attraction but I suspect a lot of you do. 

Born in '55 to an American farm boy and a young sophisticated German girl. Mom loved music, classical, swing, and big band. She had a thing for Herb Alpert... I can't remember when it showed up, probably a Christmas gift, but one of the "kiddie" record players with a steel needle lived in the boy's room, There was a market then for "kiddie" records, seems like most of ours were Hanna-Barbera. Eventually I was instructed on the operation of Mom's Telefunken console.... My best days were staying home "sick" with my collection, The Troggs, Paul Revere and the Raiders, The Beach Boys, Hermann's Hermits. Still my kind of best day, and I don't have to come up with symptoms.

XERB (I think?) on the transistor radio growing up in East LA. My older brother told me Wolfman Jack was in a cage in Mexico and all he had were records and a radio transmitter. 
 I loved the music and the mystery. 
It was around 1963. I was 10. 
Then, American Graffiti came out and I finally saw The Wolfman!