Here’s another album I picked up over the weekend. Like many of the things I stockpile, it’s hard to definitively state what I do and don’t collect. I spend most of my time following the rather wispy guide of, “I know it when I see it.”
I distinctly remember this album from my childhood; just as strongly I can tell you, I didn’t own it. A quick Google search turned up that the “Bullfrogs and Butterflies” was a series of kid-friendly Christian albums from the late 70s/early 80s, released by AgapeLand. I am positive I didn’t personally own this record, but one of my friends must have. The closest I personally ever came to rocking with a bullfrog was with Jeremiah. He was a good friend of mine.
Again, I find myself just as attracted to the artwork as I am the kid-friendly tunes.
I always love a good washboard player. At least there ain’t no hole in the washtub.
Yeah, we all remember Freedom Rock. But how many of us remember Super Girls?
This is the first TV-advertised compilation record I was ever aware of. It was also the first TV-advertised compilation record I ever physically saw. Somebody in the apartment complex we were living in at the time had this record. They played “Leader of the Pack” off it incessantly. I still think of this record today anytime I hear that song.
Being as young as I was, I didn’t understand the whole compilation thing. I didn’t realize that this was a collection of songs from different female artists and different era. I thought they were all contemporary songs performed by the girls on the cover. I thought those girls were the Super Girls and the songs were theirs. I also remember having a crush on one of the Super Girls and staring at her picture on the cover for hours, though I can’t remember now which one it was nor what it was that made her so attractive to me back then. I also thought they were holding lollipops on the cover, but maybe I confused that with The Chordettes “Lollipop” sampled on the commercial.
K-Tel masterpiece it’s not, but Super Girls still has a place in my childhood. A weird, misunderstood, and not completely welcome place, but a place nonetheless.