The classic rock that my Dad introduced me to (as well as all the classic rock I heard on the radio stations in Pittsburgh) have had a considerable impact on me. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no mullet toting, Coors Light drinking, classic car type of guy, but I dig this stuff.
Boston’s first album was one of the first things I can remember listening to. God, it’s so well produced and the songs are so good. Such a deadly combination. I’m not much of a fan of what they did after this, but who cares. This album is damn close to perfect.
Overall, this is the one that did it for me the most. The Doobie Brothers may not be artistically the greatest band in the world, but their songs are damn good. This collection in particular gives me memories of driving around Pittsburgh, PA with my father in his truck delivering the glasses he made to various people. When music can recall such a vivid memory, you know you’ve got something great. That’s what I love about music so much. It takes you to a time and a place you want to remember.
