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Originally Posted by InChiefsHeaven
I need follow up here...  What happened when they heard it??
My story was when I was 11 years old living in Spain, summer of '82. Used to get 100 pesetas a week allowance (basically a dollar a week). We lived in an apartment off base in Barajas, just outside of Madrid. I was saving my money for a new album, unlike anything I ever owned before. Didn't want to tell my mom about it. I finally save up the 400 pesetas and go to the little record store close to us and pick it up. Bring it home, slap it on the turntable, and started rocking my little 11 year old ass off. The album changed me forever musically. My mother, who was a saint (not kidding there) came in my room and asked what I had bought. This is what she was hearing, and what she saw:
She was a bit...taken aback, especially by the album cover...but in the end, she let it go. Mom was the best. |
My dad jerked the wheel nearly taking us into the other lane and my mom looked like she was going to tear up.
I was blown back into my seat in pure joy. For the next 34 years I've been chasing that same moment. A sound so impactful that you remember exactly where you were when you were exposed to it.
My dad is still with me so sometimes I'll joke with him that we both, and including my mom, all heard Death Metal for the very first time together.