I have mused that music and being a kid often do not mix. My musical awakening came at several stages, each getting more important until I listened to New Order as a 13-year-old which completely sold me on the art form for life.
Oddly similar a blog I follow (read) and vice-versa have at around the same time reflected on music from childhood. I guess it is rooted deep in the subconscious and equally important and formative. The other blog I talk of is this – and it is well worth a read : http://everyrecordtellsastory.com/
Also, kids take no bullshit. You cannot really explain to a child that the hotly tipped act of the year are must listen to material – they will simply either like stuff, or not. Things rarely get more pure than that.
So, as a 7-year-old running around the playground or looking for snails with friends music was at the back of my thoughts. Then one day a classmate brought in a cassette of the soundtrack for A Fistful Of Dollars.
You did not even need to hear the music initially. Just the case of the cassette was almost enough. However, when the tape was played, even before seeing the accompanying movie : that was it. You just wanted to hear that music and play Cowboys & Indians. The music of Ennio Morricone was magical and connected, working in a way that most music doesn’t it took you to another place. With time it has become one of the most memorable soundtracks of all-time – in the late 70’s it was another musical awakening moment that went through most kids in the playground like a wave of image making, dream acting euphoria…