I was 13 and I got into an argument, one Friday, about music with another lad at school. He kept banging on about David Bowie (whom I had heard of) and some Lou Reed character (who?).
I remember walking to the record shop, the next day and finding two albums with his name on. I was none the wiser.
It took me three weeks (seriously kids!) to have enough money to buy Tranformer. I bought it on the blind. Solely because your man was still so adamant and I, obviously, wouldn't acknowledge my ignorance.
Christ, how good was it? I mean how good?
(Berlin was the other album and, fuck me, that took a looong time to save for, too).
When cd came about, I refused to budge for years (& I mean years!!!). My son - he was about 11 then - had a cd walkman and we were delayed at Palma airport. He was busy on his game thingy. The wife had a book.
Boredom gripped me. I'd seen Tranformer in the shop, hours earlier. The cd player was idle. Fuck it, I thought. I bit the bullet and bought the same album, I'd already fucking saved hard for and earnedand carefully cherished and I sat down and spoiled myself.
It was worth it. Twice.
God rest you, sir. You made me happy.