Friday 25 August 2017

Three Faced

It's called 'Doing a Swede' - named after the young man who thought it would be a hoot to have your photograph taken holding the first album you ever bought with your own money; whilst at the same time doing a rudimentary version of the Dance of the Seven Veils.

Anyway, as you can see, Mr. Swede lost his cherry to Marc Bolan, I took the Sweet behind the bike sheds and Alyson, well...it would appear Alyson let Mr. Presley into her boudoir after lights out. Allegedly.

If you still have your first 33 and you don't mind sharing a Polaroid of yourself in the kitchen clutching said artefact (looking only mildly silly), then now's the time to say 'There's no time like the present' and ping the image over to Medd Towers.

I'd particularly like to hear (and see) regular (and irregular) readers' debut platters. So Mondo &PileyCMartinMark, Skirky Rol and anyone else out there who can still locate that first piece of black plastic they bought in 19 Seventy/Eighty, come on down. 

3 comments:

  1. Lovely idea - I could imagine this evolving into a blog all of its own! Think I mentioned at Alyson's that I no longer have mine on vinyl, just a 'restored and remastered' CD version, not quite the same. Still, will maybe see what I can do. Hope others will send theirs in, I'd love to see more.

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  2. Oh my - I suddenly feel very exposed. That album just doesn't work as a cloak of invisibility. No matter, would be great to add some more faces to join the originator of this fad, old Swedey McSwedeface!

    As for C only having the CD - With the wonders of technology I'm sure it could be mocked up to look like as album cover. Sadly, holding the CD out in front of you works in as much as the perspective makes it look a lot better, but you end up with enormous hands and a little face - Not a good look!

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  3. Sadly, my vinyl copy of The Return Of Bruno long since bit the dust... and if you think I'm taking a selfie with the CD, you've got another think coming. I have to hold on to the shreds of whatever dignity I might pretend to have left...

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