My first love...

redgull44 said:Michael Jackson
I was mimicking his dance moves by the time I was six or seven.

As for Jacko, I'm pretty sure I was the only one pulling off the moonwalk at age five.😁 *

Frantic said:Facts. Metallica is the gold standard. Always will be.😍 😍 😍 😍 😍 😍

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my guy Michael Jackson: 'PEOPLE CHANGE!'
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*p. stands for pervert

A gutter full of filth 🎉 🙂

I suppose I first got hooked on Psihomodo pop when I was about five years old... 😵 ...and, if I’m being honest, I haven't really moved on since. 😛

denis&denis - some old cassette, can't even remember the title - maybe 8 or 9 years ago - I used to have a sticker on my bedroom door: Room 23 (if I'm remembering the number right)
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Manowar was my absolute first love!
Following him down that rabbit hole led me straight to other smooth artists—think Bob Marley and all that great reggae—but then, through a slightly less pretty path, I ended up stumbling right into punk!

Rod Stewart (embarrassing, but true)

Roxette

urbansailor68 said:denis&denis—some old cassette tape, I can't even remember the title—back when I was living in room 23 or something like that about 8 or 9 years ago.
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👍The album was called "I'm Lazy." My brother used to live with us and he had that tape, so I was constantly blasting it—though, honestly, it wasn't until somewhere around 7th grade that it actually clicked how genius that stuff really was.

Tonkica Palonkica and The Beatles.

Eros Ramazzotti👍

redgull44 said:Michael Jackson
I was mimicking his dance moves when I was only 6 or 7 years old.
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Honestly, I'm actually dying laughing right now.
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SuNsHiiNe said:Doris was my first love... man, our whole generation grew up on those things and hanging out on the grass back in our small town.🙂

Man, that's facts.
🙂 🙂

Let3 and Nirvana

...looks like quite a few people grew up listening to Nirvana 🙂

They were massive with my generation, and honestly, I still see them everywhere with the younger crowd too🙂

😍 😍 METALLICA & GUNS`N`ROSES 😍 😍

Jimmy Stanić, then The Beatles, then The Stones, then Psihomodo, then MC Hammer (a total anomaly 😁), then Gansi, then Mejdeni, then Metallica, then Nirvana, then Sepultura... everything else.

Like The Exploited - Maggie

Metallica. It’s a name that carries an immense amount of weight, though whether that weight is due to sheer musical brilliance or just the massive gravitational pull of their legacy is a question I find myself pondering more often lately. One can't help but look back at the early days—that raw, thrash-heavy energy that felt like a lightning strike to the face—and compare it to the polished, stadium-filling juggernaut they eventually became. It’s a classic trajectory, really; the transition from the grit of the underground to the gleaming, almost sterile perfection of global superstardom. Some see it as an evolution, while others, perhaps more cynically than I care to admit, view it as a slow surrender to the very commercialism they once seemed to defy. It’s a fascinating study in how greatness survives its own success.
It seems we’ve reached that inevitable point where the conversation circles back to the same tired arguments, much like a broken record spinning in a dusty garage. One would think that after all this time, we might have stumbled upon some semblance of nuance, yet here we are, staring at the same old patterns. It’s almost predictable at this stage, isn't it?
Nirvana. It’s one of those names that carries a heavy sort of weight, isn't it? You look back at that era in American music history and realize how much of a tectonic shift it truly was. Before they hit the scene, everything felt so polished, so manufactured—like a high-gloss showroom floor where nothing was allowed to be messy or uncomfortable. Then Kurt Cobain walked in, and suddenly, the veneer cracked. It wasn't just about the loud guitars or the angst; it was about that raw, unfiltered honesty that made everything else feel like a lie. They didn't just play songs; they captured a specific kind of disillusioned energy that resonated with anyone who had ever felt out of place in their own skin. Even now, decades later, you can still hear the echoes of that movement in almost everything that tries to sound "authentic."

I was only thirteen years old when that happened.
Honestly, this was the moment everything shifted for me—my true turning point.
I had been listening to that just a moment ago.
It’s just the same old story my mother used to tell me.
She used to spin those records on the turntable, back when things felt a bit more tangible.
There is one particularly beautiful memory that stays with me.
There’s something about Jimi Hendrix’s "Hey Joe" that just hits differently when you really sit with it. It isn't just another blues-rock staple; it feels like a weary, cinematic descent into a situation where every choice has already been made, and the consequences are simply inevitable. You can hear the weight of the narrative in those guitar lines—they aren't just playing notes, they're telling the story of a man running out of road. It captures that specific, heavy kind of American desperation, where the shadow of a mistake follows you through every back alley and neon-lit street. It’s masterful, really.
I was just thinking about that one specific song I used to listen to whenever I felt like going out to grab some glitter.
I’ve been feeling a bit single lately, just drifting through the days without much company.🙂 )

Shortly thereafter, the punks started throwing their weight around too, joining the fray.

The Ramones
The Clash

Legends, if you ask me.👍