I started listening to the radio--am only, lol, when my brother gave me a round white radio for Christmas one year. I think it was 1971 or 72. I loved that thing and listened to cousin brucie on the weekends.
and then one day a song came on and I knew I recognized the singer, but didn't know why. turns out it was paul mcartney and wings and my older sister had played beatles records like crazy in the early and mid sixties before she moved away.
I dug out her albums and the very first time I played them was amazed that I knew all of the words to all of the songs.
that started my beatle phase, which lasted until my grateful dead phase, lol.
Throw in a bit of Dean Martin, Perry Como and that about took care of radio around here, until dad came in then it was Johnny Cash and others that I still dislike to this day; I am not adverse to country blues and bluegrass thought. Listening to the stuff mom liked all day before I spent the day in school laid the groundwork for my love of blues based rock.
I remember sitting with my sister in our mother's 1964 Pontiac Tempest convertible and hearing Ruby Tuesday for the first time (WABC from New York). We lived in a small town in New Jersey, and we were sitting there waiting for our mother, blasting the music, and getting dirty looks from all the "squares."
Of course, the minute my mother got back to the car, the radio was shut off and we got yelled at for draining the battery for "that crap."
I think I was five or six, and my sister was maybe seven. It was the start of my love affair with rock. I still have that song (and a lot of other vintage Stones) on my iPod, and I'll be 57 next week.
It's fitting to post this today, as today is the 30th anniversary of Duran Duran's The Reflex. That would be top three for me. Also Queen, The Police, Depeche Mode, ACC, Howard Jones, Peter Gabriel, Prince, Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, U2, you get the idea. I turned 11 in 1984. Simultaneously humming and sighing. I'm old.