I grew up as an only child spending a lot of time by myself, among my mother's books and my father's music. One day, I was about 10 or 11 years old, I decided to go through my father's records. I didn't know anything of those bands and musicians because they hadn't been played for so long, so the artwork in the sleeves were pretty much the only factor I had in choosing one to listen to. And of course, the one that stood out immediately was the first Black Sabbath. I was absolutely mesmerized by that cover. The somber landscape in dark tones, the strange figure wearing black - that looked sinister and yet strangely appealing. Like someone I wanted to get to know. So I just had to play it.
I was very careful, as I knew vinyl records were fragile things one must respect and cherish. And very slowly I dropped the needle on this one. As that swirl started to move, to the rainy sounds and then Ozzy's metalic voice singing 'What is this that stands before me?', the hair in my arms immediately raised. And I was hooked for life. Maybe it was the swirl that got me hypnotized forever. Maybe it was the absolute crushing heavyness of Geezer's bass. Or that Iommi guitar unlike anything I had listened before - it was the early 90s after all, and the music on the radio was 'slightly' different.
My english was in the very beginning, so I couldn't figure out all the words, but then came N.I.B.... "Wow, are they singing about Lucifer? And at the same time making me move to the song? And that inverted cross inside the gatefold? I like this. I like this a lot!" That day a loner girl found out where she belonged. And so this is my absolute most precious object, the very record that opened the gates for me, for all the metal tape trading that soon followed, and the exploring of everything heavy, musically. And all the good people that came along with music.