Why is it that parents feel it OK to overlook some of the most exciting details of their pasts, and obviously blatantly ignoring everything about you too?
For the past 6 or 7 years, The Smiths has been blaring out of my bedroom, and it seems that until last week, nobody else in the family had even acknowledged this.
My father then last week felt the need to ask me “So, do you like The Smiths?”
He then revealed some staggering facts, some facts that, well, I can’t decide whether I’m real excited because of it, or angry at him for keeping it from me for so long.
Apparently, he has been hiding dozens of original LP’s of theirs, albums & singles.
He even has the first album, The Smiths, from 1983, apparently bought on the day of release, hidden away up in the attic with the (approximately) 10,000 other albums by cool 80’s bands. :D
After spending hours digging through everything in the attic last week, I pulled them all out. The discs are immaculate, not a scratch on any of them, neither have the covers of got so much as a folded edge. My god.
Let me tell you something, if you like The Smiths, you will never truly appreciate them, until you have heard their records coming from “Ye Olde Tyme” record player. They were not a band designed for CD.
I couldn’t believe my ears, it sounded so different, so raw, it was like hearing totally new songs.
Perhaps I’m getting a little theatrical over this, but hell, it’s a passion of mine, I’m allowed to.
Now, to decide the fate of my father.
To love him, or hate him? :P