I saw the discussion on Marty Robbins and came across a 7.5 i.p.s. reel of Walk Alone.
So, I bought it. I have also recently invested in an amp upgrade swapping my circa 1990 Kenwood receiver for a brand new Yamaha A-S5010 integrated amp. A nice old-school like integrated stereo amp with TWO tape loops for a tape head like myself along with a couple of digital inputs and an on-board DAC. I found a vintage Sansui TU-717 tuner on Facebook and the upgrade was complete.
My grandfather got Marty Robbins’ autograph. He thanked him and Marty said Thank YOU for asking. My grandfather never got tired of telling that story. Yep, that’s the type of exhilarating experience I grew up amid.
Growing up we didn’t have a ton of records in the house, but my dad had numerous Johnny Cash and Marty Robbins records. It took me a while to understand there was other kinds of music out there. I wish still had those old records.
We had, among others:
A Buddy Holly memorial double album
Willie Nelson Sings Kris Kristofferson (magnificent)
Herb Albert and the Tijuana Brass
Bob Dylan’s Greatest Hits (the first one)
We also had a fair number of 8 tracks
I don’t think any of the records remain in our possession. The 8 tracks were gone long ago.
I never really thought about it much but I guess I was pretty lucky. My parents went to those package shows when they were dating, and I heard about them seeing Fats Domino, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis and Elvis among others. They had a lot of Mantovani records, but there were Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, a lot of Dean Martin, that Folsom Prison record, some Roy Clark, a couple Louis Armstrong records and a copy of Hank Williams’ ‘Moanin’ The Blues’ that I played a lot. My grandparents saw Hank Williams at the Skyline, maybe even Hank’s last show, but I remember they had a program from the show that I would look at every so often and marvel.
My friend and I spent hours looking at the A Taste of Honey album. My grandparents had a bunch of Danny Davis and the Nashville Brass 8-tracks that were pretty good, too.
To this day I marvel at the clarity of Herb Alpert’s tone.
Anyway, I’m glad I got to discover Hank Williams on my own. Which I did. My dad was a great Jimmie Rodgers fan. He grew up in Sinangela and saw all sorts - Bob Wills, Ernest Tubb. He had some great experiences and some decent taste. I wish I’d known him as an adult.
My mom, well, she liked John Denver and Helen Reddy. I’ll test her next time we’re together, but I’m telling you right now there’s zero chance she can clap on the upbeat.
We heard a lot of Robert Goulet et al from Camelot, Flatt and Scruggs, Burl Ives, Herb Alpert, and I don’t remember what else. And my scintillating piano playing.