20
Nov
15

K 488

I may have been 11. That was the time when I got my new cassette recorder. And I decided I needed to have a real cassette, not a “gebastelt” one. So I went to the music shop. Yes there were such shop, and mine was called “La Musicassetta”. It was tiny but very proper and close to the main bus stop, Largo Barriera, where I would get off the bus on Saturdays when going in the city. In Trieste, of course.

So I entered this shop.  Yes for sure, I was crazy for Duran Duran, Madonna – still unknown in Italy – Spandau Ballet (strange, a British group with cold-war name…), and Chic. But these, I could always acquire with some “basteln”. I had dozens of BASF musicassettes at home containing patchy recordings from the radio playlists of my favorite groups. They were not perfect buy hey, enough for me to dance on those tunes after doing homework.

No no, this time it was about serious music. Serious recordings, high quality. So I looked for the pristine yellow logo.

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I only knew I wanted Mozart. It felt right. And I could distinctively remember, that among all Operas and Concertos and Symphonies we school pupils were administered at Teatro Verdi, Mozart was the one I always liked. So I picked one. And each time I listen to K 488, the feeling of that first ever music purchase comes back together with the intrinsic positiveness of Mozart.


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