Post #151341 by Thomas on Wed, Apr 6, 2005 1:48 PM

Yeah, it really amazed and freaked me out too when I saw the "Whipped Cream and other delights" album in my Dad's collection. It seemed so out of character! I was like (in Butthead-esque voice) "WHOA!!!" And I too stared at it from a variety of angles to try to really get an appreciation of, you know, the whole gestalt of it. A more innocent era I guess. Hearing that record, with the volume up so the speakers of the old cabinet phonograph vibrated on the low notes, meant that salted Planter's Peanuts were out in little bowls, a bunch of my folks' friends were over, many Hush Puppies were tapping to the beat, there was some sort of modest self-service setup on the kitchen counter, and that distant tribe of people known as "adults" suddenly seemed more human. I think that's when I started to really love music. Okay, I'll stop typing now.