Here are some hints.
I have had this for over forty years.
I have not used what is inside for at least twenty five years.
And the contents are a little embarrassing.
Update: Good call Kevin.
I don’t really even know why I still have these.
I mean I don’t even have a turntable.
Later tonight, or tomorrow, I will list some of the titles.
Trust me, really embarrassing choices in here.
Update 2: I almost forgot about this post.
But I did promise to let you all in on my teenage music tastes so here it goes.
There are a couple of obvious ones here.
Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas
We Will Rock You by Queen.
Send in the Clowns by Judy Collins
Do You Feel Like We Do by Peter Frampton
All By Myself by Eric Carmen
The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel
You get the idea.
I stand by those choices.
But then there are a few that I really cannot explain.
Calling Occupants of Interplanetary Craft by the Carpenters
I’m Easy by Keith Carradine
I Write the Songs by Barry Manilow
After the Loving by Engelbert Humperdinck
Sadly I cannot even blame any of that on drugs since I really did not do drugs.
I also kind of prided myself on being anti-disco, but apparently, that was another lie I told myself.
My collection also contains the following:
Rubberband Man by the Spinners
Boogie Fever by the Sylvers
Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees
Boogie Nights by Heatwave
Brick House by the Commodores
Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry
Oh, the shame.
In my defense I was a pretty damn good dancer in my day, but still.
So there you have it, I clearly had eclectic musical tastes, and a compelling need to boogie.