Harold Rome, I Can Get It for You Wholesale, 1962
When I was a young admirer of Broadway musical theater, I also had a paper route, a requirement by my parents to help me pay for college. But after I’d pay the proper newspaper fees, I would somedays run off to the local record store to spend a couple of my earned dollars on a Broadway cast recording. It’s hard to make people understand my compulsion today, particularly given the fact that we did not own a proper record player on which to play the recordings was I regularly bringing home. I simply had to have them, those that I loved, and, although with the books of some of the those musicals, which my parents did allow to buy, I simply had to have them around me as if these books and recordings were some sort of totem to which I might quietly pray.