How old were you? Ten, probably. What did you buy? Johnny Cash, at Folsom Prison. I can still see the cover and the record as it was when I bought it, still shiny and black and unscratched. My allowance at the time was maybe $3/week, out of which I was supposed to buy school lunch. … Continue reading First music ever bought with own money?
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