Album 1

It’s a thing on Facebook – post ten album covers, no explanation. I don’t get it. I’d like to hear the explanation. There’s a story waiting to be told. I haven’t bothered doing it on Facebook. But I’ll share ten of my favourite albums with you here. My rule for curating this list? I mist have had the album. It has to bring back a specific memory. There’s a short story for each. Some of them may have to be password protected. Use the contact form if you want the password…

I am not into blondes as a general rule. Madonna? Urgh. Marilyn? Meh. Gwen Stefani? Where’s the vomit emoji when you need one. No, blondes aren’t my thing. I’m a brunettes type of guy. The worlds hottest ladies come with brown or black hair. And they’re from Brazil/Portugal. Mexico/Spain runs a close second.

But not blondes. As a rule. And as with every rule, there’s an exception. And here she is. Truth be told, the song that introduced me to Blondie wasn’t by Blondie. It was a solo by Debbie Harry in the mid 80s. French Kissing in the USA. When that song hit the charts, I don’t think I knew what French kissing was. By the time it exited, I looked at girls in a whole different way. But even then, I looked at brunettes more. 

I looked at a girl called Melanie most. She would have been several years older than I. A lot of the boys at my school looked at Melanie. For a start it was a boys school with just a few girls admitted to the 6th form. The boy/girl ratio was rather one sided. And if we are going to be honest, most of the other girls looked like they spent most of every day chewing wasps. I doubt very much that she ever looked at me. I may also have looked like I spent my time chewing wasps.

It might be a compilation, but it’s a cracking collection of tunes. I booked this album out from the library on cassette. I’d actually heard a few of the songs before, without really knowing who they were. In later years I bought it through a Britannia Music Club intro offer, who themselves are a blast from the past.