I believe my first piece of recorded music I bought with my own money was The Go-Go's 'We Got the Beat' 45. I bought it for 25 cents from a neighbor kid; his loss. I was also a pro at taping songs off of Top 40 radio; this was the era of blank audio cassettes, mind you. What a mind-blowing invention, one that had kids across America holding up portable tape recorders to TV sets and speakers to record the music.
But the first full album that I bought (on cassette, of course) was Culture Club's Kissing to be Clever. That quick trip to K-Mart with my mother that day brought me closer to pop fandom.
I had seen the band on 'Solid Gold', America's version of the UK's 'Top of the Pops' (plus sexy dancers), the week before. Watching Culture Club perform 'Time (Clock of the Heart)' with my older sister, I was mesmerized by Boy George's look, presence, and of course, voice.
"You know that that's a guy, right?" my sister told me.
"No way!" I said. Ten-year-old mind blown.
It threw me into a world of New Wave, British pop, and music videos. I was sold.
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