Baba O’Riley. The Who. 1971. Decca.
First I fell in love with playing records then with the radio. I remember alternating between a pair of album rock stations, isolated from the rest of the world, on summer afternoons then again at night after everyone had gone to bed. This had to be the mid seventies because Born To Run was in heavy rotation, playing so much of the time. The song sounded old, from another generation, and I heard it so often that I eventually thought that it was going through a commercial revival, something to do with American Graffiti, maybe. Two other songs that I can remember receiving a lot of airplay around this time were Help Me by Joni Mitchell (Warner Bros 1974) and Fleetwood Mac’s Dreams (Warner Bros 1977). I fixated on those two because I had an older sister who was just then transitioning into adulthood and I was convinced that, deeply embedded within the lyric of both songs, were clues that I could one day decipher for help in developing the proper codes for a personal conduct and styl...