![]() It looked pretty bad back then, plenty of scratches as it must have been carried to quite a few parties before, and it looks even worse today as I definitely didn’t handle it with as much care as I would in years to come. My mother wasn’t at home much, and she definitely wasn’t there that day, just my sister and me. I remember carrying it over to my room where I had one of those cute white Braun stereo systems that everyone called “Snow White’s coffin”. That was my first crate digging experience and I proved to be good at it as it really was the only album worth pulling out of the stack. She told me that one of her cousins had visited her, bringing some albums along – something that wasn’t an unusual thing to do in the seventies, and he must have left with the empty sleeve in his bag. She didn’t really mind as she wasn’t much into it. Some time later my mother found out that I had taken it. Strictly speaking I stole my very first album. I didn’t really think about it, I snatched it from her collection. The Zeppelin thing was strange and I was wondering why someone had chosen a name like that. Even for a kid it was obvious that this wasn’t an album that belonged in that collection. The major difference was that it was really heavy, and there was this sticker on the label of the A side, a fist and the word “strike”, both hand drawn, cut out and glued onto the label. One difference was that it didn’t have a sleeve anymore, it just stood there half naked in its inner sleeve, one of those that carried the images of a few dozen other albums the label had published. There were a few Beatles albums as well, and they were okay of course.īut one day I saw something right in the middle of all these familiar albums that looked decidedly different. I didn’t really like much of it, way too much of that show band music of the seventies, Help Alpert with his unavoidable Tijuana Brass, and a stash of James Last albums. I kind of knew what was what, always watching what she would put on the turntable whenever she felt like listening to music. I had already developed a first love of vinyl and kept looking at the albums my mother had accumulated. ![]() Yes that’s a very early age to come across a Led Zeppelin album, and of course it was a coincidence. When exactly it became mine is hard to say, but I definitely wasn’t older than eleven. This is really number 0001/8000, the first album I ever owned, and the oldest one I still have. ![]()
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