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Forgotten Classic Rock and Cheap Wine

Thanks to PJ Lifestyle readers and friends in general for all the positive comments received about this new series. Now I am really feeling the pressure to solidify the “brand,” so here goes.

But first, if you missed the inaugural post and are curious about my classic rock credentials, click here, but come back immediately or we will begin without you.

While we are waiting for the newcomers, here is the background regarding my second “forgotten” classic rock album recommendation.

It was the fall of 1972 and I was a wild-child 17 year old from Needham, Massachusetts, a close-in suburb of Boston. My senior year at Needham High had just begun when my college-bound girlfriends and I collectively declared ourselves “to cool” for the boys in our class.

This attitude led us to nearby Boston College, where on Saturday nights we would wander the dorms in search of on-going hall parties. (Harmless fun then, but I would strongly warn any school girls against doing this today.)

It was on one of those excursions I met Chuck from Ohio. Chuck was a musically hip freshman who invited me on a future date to see what he could only describe as a “new band from England.”

Little did I know I had accepted an offer to witness what I still consider to be the most profound concert experience of my entire life -- David Bowie’s performance of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars.

The colors, lights, costumes, make-up and hair, combined with the most captivating music I had ever heard, from the wildest, most spell-binding performer I had ever seen, transported me from my seat in that small theater to an interplanetary excursion.