This week, Brad (aka Mercury Teardrop) takes over ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ป๐ผ๐น๐น๐โ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ to pay homage to Charles, the man, the myth, the legendโฆ and to dive into โThis is How the Story Beginsโ, his latest single featuring Wilko Wilkes.
๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐ฎ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐จ – ๐พ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐๐จ ๐พ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ค๐ก๐ก๐ฎ, ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ค ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐จ
Brad does his bitโฆ
My early memories of music are some of the most vivid memories I have from my childhood. I was one of those kids who grew up surrounded by music. I remember sitting for hours in my parentsโ living room, records all over the shag carpet and giant headphones hanging on my tiny ears, listening to album after album. There was the typical โpopโ of the day in the house, but for the most part, I would listen to anything I could get my hands on. From ABBA to ZZ Top, I couldnโt get enough. At about eight years old, I started to buy my own records. For you kids out there – โkidsโ being operationally defined as anyone born after 1985 – this was not as easy as it sounds. It was an entire coordinated effort to save the money required, curate a list of albums you wanted, decide on the pinnacle of that list to spend your life savings on, and then, find someone who would take you to the record store. I would often wait for months before I could buy a single record. One of the first records I bought was โOut of the Blueโ by The Electric Light Orchestra. I remember the day like it was yesterday.
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