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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.

 

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blackbag20
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@mrskeptic 

 

... miss their creative energy.  One of kind ...

oregon
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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!

boxcarman
317 posts
 

I am sure that most of us are introverts to some extent.  Once realized, it's easy to like being alone without being lonely.  

nicholsr
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One of my earliest memories is being (probably) 3 years old and going down for my afternoon nap, crying, because what kid didn't over that, and hearing "Theme From A Summer Place" coming from the stereo. Still can't hear that song without being taken back to that moment.

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1111art OP
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oregon...small world. I was recently looking at my high school yearbook, and noticed that Wolfman Jack DJ'd at my graduation dance. Miraleste High, LA.

Just remembered the first album that made me realize parents were clueless about 'current' music. Though there was plenty of Tommy Dorsey, Lawrence Welk, Bing Crosby, etc playing at our house, my Mom made the mistake of buying me a Creedence album for Xmas one year. I loved it so much I played it in rotation for hours. First time I heard my Mom cuss, "Turn down that CRAP", she yelled from the kitchen.

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