Ahhh . . . The Beatles. I watched Help! and Yellow Submarine on the telly when I was 10 and became an instant fan. By the time I was 14 I had all their albums from A Hard Day’s Night to Let it Be (for some reason I didn’t get Please Please Me or With the Beatles until much later). When John Lennon died I was the ‘Go to girl’ for the other pupils, most of whom were Duran Duran fans and had never really heard of The Beatles so didn’t know what all the fuss was about. Popularity-wise, that was my 15 minutes of Fame, I suppose.
Not to say I wasn’t into to other stuff as well. I also bought all the Police and Kate Bush albums as they came out, and had my very own copies of Wish You Were Here and Relics, which were the only Pink Floyd albums my brother didn’t have. Plus some Jethro Tull. I can’t think what other groups I actively collected – I didn’t need to collect ELO because my brother had all those. Most other stuff was single albums of whatever took my fancy.
And yes, I know the Book Club is evolving into The Music Club, so I will get us back on track – I have almost finished The Bookman (Orphan is in a cell, literally talking to himself), but I need to read Comedy of Terrors by Lindsey Davis before embarking on Camera Obscura.