I cut my metal teeth on the 70s and 80s and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. I grew up in a home where my parents listened to Kenny Rogers, Jim Neighbors, The Platters, Chuck Berry, Chick Corea, the Beach Boys, countless country singers, and more versions of That Old Rugged Cross than you thought possible. My parents didn’t listen to one genre of music exclusively, so naturally, I grew up the same way.
I bought my first records at a garage sale. An older kid that lived down the block from me was in trouble for some reason. I don’t remember many details about it, but I remember a loud exchange that was something like,
“You can’t just sell my stuff every time I get in trouble, Mom!”
“You’re getting off lucky if you ask me. Just wait until your Father gets home!” The wrinkly eyed mom looked down at me, “Those are $3 each, honey.”
Always the opportunist, this kid’s trouble was my treasure. I had $12 to spend and my naive mother, famous for her poor understanding of contemporary media, let me buy the following albums, the mecca of rock for any 9-year-old.
Kiss Destroyer (1976)
Black Sabbath Master of Reality (1971)
Judas Priest Sad Wings of Destiny (1976)
Kiss Love Gun (1977)
I omitted a part where I got an Andy Gibbs album for a dollar. Now let’s get to the old school hard rock/metal.
This Dokken video, holy shit. this couldn’t be recreated even with LucasFilm technology.