Do Haeng Michael Kitchen

Writer. Attorney. Detroit City FC Til I Die.

This Vinyl Memory is not about a record from my past.  My distant past, anyway.  The first time I listened to it was less than a week ago. I was in my basement, where the turntable sits and spins when I am either free-writing by hand or doing some other arranging, organizing, or sorting through …

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In the previous Vinyl Memories, I wrote about the music I brought to my college roommates.  I became exposed to new music, as well.  One of those slices of vinyl was The Rocky Horror Picture Show. I was familiar with tunes “The Time Warp” and “Sweet Transvestite,” through the Dr. Demento Radio Show I listened …

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1980.  High school now behind me, it was on to college.  Though I had played the trumpet the previous seven years, as I wrote in Vinyl Memories #6, the instrument was behind me.  But the music, not completely.  Maynard Ferguson albums joined me on the journey to Eastern Michigan University. The popular trumpet players of …

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This vinyl memory focuses on my senior year of high school; a couple of hours on a Saturday afternoon in January, 1980, in sunny San Jose, California. No.  The needle cuts deeper than that, revolving around a formative period of my life, which began on the threshold of entering the sixth grade at West Middle …

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It’s the 1970’s.  In the sheltered world of suburbia – Plymouth to be precise – I was growing up.  Bicycle riding in the neighborhood, trading baseball cards with kids at school, and cutting the lawns of my grandparents and the homes of two other senior citizens on our block.  Television was limited to two dials, …

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Growing up in the 1970’s I listened to CKLW -800AM out of Windsor, Ontario as my source of music.  Some of my favorite songs at the time were Terry Jacks’ “Seasons in the Sun,” Lobo’s “Me and You and a Dog Named Boo,” Three Dog Night’s “Joy to the World” and Don McLean’s “American Pie.”  …

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I had written previously about my grandparents and father who grew up on old-time radio shows as the source of their entertainment.  This record of Orson Welles’ adaptation of H.G. Wells’ War of the Worlds was another that had been passed on to me because I enjoyed listening to it so much whenever I visited. On …

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