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Summary of Tommy James's Me, the Mob, and the Music
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822536845
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I was born Thomas Gregory on April 29, 1947, in Dayton, Ohio. I had an odd assortment of music, from Little Golden Records for kids to pop hits on the radio. I had collected everything from Sammy Kaye to Yosemite Sam.
#2 I had a radio, record player, and record collection. I was already a music lover, and the radio, my ukulele, and record player were my confidants. I loved exploring my new home, which was a hotel. I found the bar downstairs from the lobby, and I loved it.
#3 I had a strange and dysfunctional arrangement with my family, but I made the best of it. I loved living in a hotel, and I spent my allowance on vinyl records. I was able to make friends in fourth grade, and I knew that this was what I wanted to be: a rock star.
#4 In 1956, a greasy-haired kid playing a guitar was the ultimate expression of rebellion. But a greasy-haired kid playing an acoustic guitar was the worst. It was downright criminal behavior. An electric guitar was thought of as a more tasteful, stylized instrument.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I was born Thomas Gregory on April 29, 1947, in Dayton, Ohio. I had an odd assortment of music, from Little Golden Records for kids to pop hits on the radio. I had collected everything from Sammy Kaye to Yosemite Sam.
#2 I had a radio, record player, and record collection. I was already a music lover, and the radio, my ukulele, and record player were my confidants. I loved exploring my new home, which was a hotel. I found the bar downstairs from the lobby, and I loved it.
#3 I had a strange and dysfunctional arrangement with my family, but I made the best of it. I loved living in a hotel, and I spent my allowance on vinyl records. I was able to make friends in fourth grade, and I knew that this was what I wanted to be: a rock star.
#4 In 1956, a greasy-haired kid playing a guitar was the ultimate expression of rebellion. But a greasy-haired kid playing an acoustic guitar was the worst. It was downright criminal behavior. An electric guitar was thought of as a more tasteful, stylized instrument.
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