I am not a big music buff. Truth be told, I can barely stand to listen to music these days. Whether that has to do with tinnitus or hearing loss or comes from aging into a grumpy ol broad, I dunno. I just do not enjoy listening to music. It is noise. Unpleasant noise, most of the time. Especially if it’s loud.
It was not always so. My brother is a bit more than a year older than I, so a lot of the music I listened to as a teenager was stuff he liked. One year for Christmas I bought him the latest Led Zeppelin album –
and he bought me Blood, Sweat and Tears –
I went to sleep at night with the Beatles’ Abbey Road and Master of Reality by Black Sabbath on my turntable. Glenn sold me my first 8-track tape, which could be the soundtrack of my life:
Remember this cover art?
Couldn’t have told you ANYTHING about Master of Reality till I listened to it again today. I bet it’s been 35 years since I heard it. Yep, this is it.
Some of the songs I listened to today are more bluesy than I remembered, but it seems I’ve been a closet headbanger for a very long time…I went lookin’ for the music from my teens because I woke up with THIS song in my head yesterday morning, and I can’t get rid of it:
The lead singer – Byron – is dead since ’85, and there’s a 2005 video of the song at YouTube, with his replacement…but this is the version that haunts my sleep…I wish I knew why.