All about Boston
Today, we are going back to a different time, ironically. Back to before the personal music toys. Back to where most of us could only hear music in measured amounts, during the top forty programs on local radio, or in a local disco, while we allowed our single beer to warm up. Short time periods.
I had the advantage, over most people of living in a university residence, where there were a lot of stereos, and we used to leave our doors open to allow listening to other playlists. Piles of albums, mainly. There was variety, but it was fraught with limitations of personal taste.
However, I had one hallmate that came from a big city. This was Don, from Boston. And he came back from summer with a new LP that had not yet charted. Boston, from Boston. And he was proud and willing to play it for the rest of us, day or night.
The album was novel, in its quality. There were no complaints, and we got to know the album intimately.
