The other day I started a thread on the music board about the first album you ever owned. MIne was Destroyer, by KISS, which my cousin gave me when I was five years old. I was thinking about how much such a trivial thing as getting a record from my cousin probably changed my life. I was an only child, so as a kid one thing I did to entertain myself was to play records (we didn't have cable TV till I was about 8 or 9). My dad likes country music, and my mom doesn't really listen to music that much, so had I not gotten Destroyer from my cousin I would likely have grown up listening to Kenny Rogers or some such crap. As things turned out instead, Detroit Rock City was my favorite song until I was about 10 or 11 years old (and discovered the Pixies). So I guess I owe a great debt of gratitude to KISS for saving me from a potentially terrible fate.
lastbadger:
Yeah you owe your cousin an amazing debt of gratitude. Just think of the horror you were spared. Kenny Rogers would have just been your gateway drug. Then you would have moved on to the hard stuff, The Oakridge Boys 