My first record was a 45 (look it up) of Oscar the Grouch singing “I Love Trash.” I don’t remember where that record came from, but I do remember begging my parents to play it over and over again on their cool console hi-fi when they were more into Lynyrd Skynyrd. I know it used to drive them crazy, and one day my dad “accidently” stepped on my Oscar the Grouch record and that was the end of that. But, it started my lifetime love of music.
When I was about 8 I got a little plastic portable record player and played my Disney records such as The Jungle Book, Lady and the Tramp and Gilbert & Sullivan. Being an only child, these records kept me occupied for hours and out of my parents’ hair, which was a win-win for everybody.
Then, when I was about 11, I asked for a real stereo for Christmas, which I think my parents finally bought me because it came with a headphone jack. This was when my true music stylings came to life. I now saved my allowance for records now instead of candy. And what a wonderful record collection I amassed over the years. Wonderfully horrible! The Fonz singing? Check. Anne Murray covering the Monkees? Check. Xanadu Soundtrack? Check. One Hit Wonders of the 80s? Check! Check! Check!
Unfortunately, my parents took it upon themselves to throw away all my records after I moved to Chicago after college. No, they didn’t ask me first, but if you knew my parents, you would understand. But, thanks to the magic of the internet, I can still stare at my favorite album covers and even download some of the songs on my iPhone. Somehow it’s just not the same.
I’ve decided to pay homage to my favorites by posting them here for all to see. And, believe it or not, and it turns out my mother-in-law had a copy of the 45 of “I Love Trash” in her basement! She gave it to me last year, so all is right with the world again.