Do you remember the first time you really clicked with music? I remember being on a family vacation at 9 or 10, getting some sort of random Beatles “Hits” cassette tape at whatever gas station, and playing it nonstop in my off-brand Walkman. That was the first time I really felt music in my bones, and to this day few things are as exciting as finding a new song to love.
I was 16 in 1991, browsing through my dad’s vinyl collection, hoping to find another album that had a saucy gatefold cover like Queen’s Jazz… instead, I found myself drawn to Marillion’s Script For A Jester’s Tear album and decided to listen to it. Instantly loved it, played it over and over, started listening to more of my dad’s stuff (Psychedelic Furs, Pink Floyd, Genesis).
Discovered music that would define my tastes for the next 30 years, and also discovered that my dad was actually a really cool dude.
I love this! I never heard of the artist or album. Looking at the cover, I can see why you were drawn to it! It’s so wonderfully bizarre… I remember being wowed to learn that my dad had seen Zeppelin in concert a few times. It was like he’d been in the presence of a god!