But that’s not what this post is about.
Each of their albums is gone over in some depth and when I read the chapter about their first compilation album (“The Singles”, released in 1973) I had a flashback to January of '74. Debbie Johnson, who lived on my school bus route, had gotten the album for Christmas. One morning we sat together on the bus and pored over the liner notes. I realized I didn’t need to get “The Singles” because I had all of the songs on their original source albums.
And then it occurred to me: we used to bring record albums to school. We used to bring record albums to school!
To what end? It’s not like we played them in class ever. (Well, except for that stoner guy who somehow got Mr. Berger to let him play “Physical Graffiti” every fucking day during 4th period art.) There was no students’ lounge with a record player. We could only play library records (in their heavy, thick clear vinyl covers) in the library. But I distinctly remember carrying records along with my schoolbooks under my arm throughout the day. Why?
I guess they were like any other prized possession we wanted to show off. And, of course, our music choices defined our personalities, so I guess we were making a passive statement while displaying our record collections, one disc at a time.
That's just a guess. I dunno why we did it. But we did.
Gosh, looking back on how it was in years gone by—and the good times that we had? It makes today seem rather sad. So much has changed.