I walked into the the gas station mart and this was on. Holy Hell when I was 10, a video for this came on MTV and I immediately stopped in my tracks. My Dad and I would watch MTV music videos for 2 days straight no breaks when I would see him on the weekends. It was so hot, New Jersey hot, with two box fans attempting to circulate what was dead air.
I had fallen in love with a singer/songwriter before, and was no stranger to the charms of rock and roll at 10 years old. I was born from it's womb, a Rolling Stones lips poster over my crib, and dined to Breakfast with the Beatles. I had already experienced LP obsessions, getting in trouble for hyper fixating on lyrics until past midnight, listening to the same vinyl over and over and over, looking up the meaning behind every verse in an encyclopedia or dictionary. At 10, I was as equally versed in The Sorrows of The Blitz as the Joys of Sex. But all through poetry and metaphor and killer riffs.
So this song came on one day and it hit different and the kids today would say.
I felt my ears get as hot as the day and my head buzz and I think the blood drained from my little face. This was "my" sound. "My Sound". MY SOUND! I had "A Sound!"
I went into the gas station store and this was on.
I swear to holey hell when I was maybe 10 years old give or take- this video came on MTV when I was visiting my Dad over the weekend and we would watch MTV videos for 2 days straight in the sweltering heat with two box fans trying to make the air flow through the room but nevertheless it was as still and hot as death. New Jersey humidity for you. Anyway, this song came on and I think I could hear my ears ringing, my head buzzing. It was "my sound". My Sound. MY SOUND, dammit!!! I had fallen in love before with a singer songwriter. I had collected their records and stayed up at night, getting in trouble for not doing my homework while I memorized the lyrics inside of the gatefold and looked up the meaning of everything in encyclopedias and dictionaries, while the record spun over and over and over.
But this hit different as the kids now like to say.
This was more primal, less heady and poetic. I mean, I emerged from the womb of rock and roll, it wasn't new to me. I had the Rolling Stones lips poster over my crib and ate Breakfast with the Beatles... but this felt like mine all mine. When I heard it I felt like I had discovered the Lost World of Atlantis.
Jessica Leigh Rogers
Jessica Leigh Rogers
I walked into the the gas station mart and this was on.
Holy Hell when I was 10, a video for this came on MTV and I immediately stopped in my tracks. My Dad and I would watch MTV music videos for 2 days straight no breaks when I would see him on the weekends. It was so hot, New Jersey hot, with two box fans attempting to circulate what was dead air.
I had fallen in love with a singer/songwriter before, and was no stranger to the charms of rock and roll at 10 years old. I was born from it's womb, a Rolling Stones lips poster over my crib, and dined to Breakfast with the Beatles. I had already experienced LP obsessions, getting in trouble for hyper fixating on lyrics until past midnight, listening to the same vinyl over and over and over, looking up the meaning behind every verse in an encyclopedia or dictionary. At 10, I was as equally versed in The Sorrows of The Blitz as the Joys of Sex. But all through poetry and metaphor and killer riffs.
So this song came on one day and it hit different and the kids today would say.
I felt my ears get as hot as the day and my head buzz and I think the blood drained from my little face. This was "my" sound. "My Sound". MY SOUND! I had "A Sound!"
What a moment...♥️
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Jessica Leigh Rogers
I went into the gas station store and this was on.
I swear to holey hell when I was maybe 10 years old give or take- this video came on MTV when I was visiting my Dad over the weekend and we would watch MTV videos for 2 days straight in the sweltering heat with two box fans trying to make the air flow through the room but nevertheless it was as still and hot as death. New Jersey humidity for you.
Anyway, this song came on and I think I could hear my ears ringing, my head buzzing. It was "my sound". My Sound. MY SOUND, dammit!!!
I had fallen in love before with a singer songwriter. I had collected their records and stayed up at night, getting in trouble for not doing my homework while I memorized the lyrics inside of the gatefold and looked up the meaning of everything in encyclopedias and dictionaries, while the record spun over and over and over.
But this hit different as the kids now like to say.
This was more primal, less heady and poetic. I mean, I emerged from the womb of rock and roll, it wasn't new to me. I had the Rolling Stones lips poster over my crib and ate Breakfast with the Beatles... but this felt like mine all mine. When I heard it I felt like I had discovered the Lost World of Atlantis.
I love the Animals.
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