Embarrassing confessions.
The first CD I bought was Biggie Smalls’ Life After Death. I sent in for one of those 12 CD’s for 1 cent scams, not knowing I had to buy a membership. When the box came, I thought the only error I made was ordering two copies of the same CD. My parents, however, explained the $39.99/mo mistake I actually made: a valuable lesson in reading the fine print.
I don’t remember having a talk about the content of my musical interests, though I’m sure they said something about listening to music free from drug references and unhealthy sexuality–you know, Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and 80’s Hair Metal.
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