kinto

Turn back the clock.



For a little bit.

Come with me.

Its a little nothing.

A Little me in the making




The year is 1984 or end of 1983; I must be 10ish or 11. Im not quite sure... mmmmm




Some of you werent even born then or maybe just crawling on the floor as the only way to move forward or at least try to go somewhere in your life already

- I know some of you are still doing it but it just doesnt count because now youre on alcohol and/or drugs!!

So the scenery is a supermarket in Lyon, France. Thats me, my older sis & my dad. Weve been doing the grocery shopping and were about to check out. There are tapes on a display, various stuff. My sister sees a Flashdance soundtrack (yep, this was a big movie that year). She asks my dad if he can buy it. My dad says sure. I probably feel that its unfair; so, I look at the tape tower display and I see that tape.

Iron Maiden Number of the Beast.

I ask my dad if I can buy it. He says ok and thats it.


Ive just bought my first LP ever


(a few 7 before that, nothing to remember, mostly some popular French junk)

I bought this particular tape because I loved the cover and also mostly because my best (and only real) friend at school had an older brother who was like God to us and was the biggest Kiss fan ever. But he also loved Iron Maiden a lot. My first sighting of Eddie the Ead ever was one day after school, when coming back to my friends place, there was his brother reading some book on the floor, with the Number of the Beast album on their turntable (or deck if you prefer haha)

So thats it. Wow. Im cool. Ive got an album from that strange band called Iron Maiden (what does it mean? No idea but it sounds good & Eddie really looks good!!).

I start listening to the Number of the Beast quite a lot. I have problems with the voice at first, I dont really like it. But I really love the guitars (I dont know what a bass is then), the drums, and the whole energy and power that hits me in the face. I certainly dont know it at the time, but theres already so much sadness & anger in me that it is a perfect way to let it all go I cant quite fathom why it hits me so much, but thats it, Im very much hooked, to the despair of my best friend who had tried so hard to make me love Kiss uber alles. Its not going to happen, ever, sorry old bro although Lick it up might be the second album I bought, Im not a hundred % sure, maybe there was Piece of Mind before?

Anyway, not too long after that, I buy their first album, simply called Iron Maiden. An album that is going to stay with me long after my passion for Iron Maiden & all things metal had become but a pleasant memory

So yep, I think you get whats coming up, dont you?

Today, I downloaded that 1st Iron Maiden album & I started listening to it not too long ago, and it made me start this Olddate. Paul DiAnno was my living God for many years (with Steve Harris of course), and Im still thinking to that day how awesome that would have been if I had been able to see them live then (well my first gig ever was Iron Maiden in 1986 for the Somewhere in Time tour I was 13).



Now, I think this is it for today, good people. Dont want to bore you to death. I could go on forever on memories that are so bright its eerie, when most of my years afterwards are quite blurry but I wont. If you want a good ol rocknroll tale, just ask me next time you see me, Ive got quite a few pretty amazing ones


Finally, all I wanted to say is that, more than 20 years later, I can still listen to one record and what used to be my life comes alive before my eyes

Its an amazing feeling.



I wish you are able to feel it too, in your life, in your own way.


Much



... and if you have time & want to... tell me your story. I swear I'd love to hear it.