In summer of ‘69 my mother dropped my brother and I off at a teacher friend of her’s apt for the day. It was a brownstone in NYC in a residential area of similar buildings. Her apt was on about the 10th floor, overlooking a busy street. It faced similar buildings across the way.
The teacher was heading out for the day and we asked if she had any records. Iron Butterfly Inagodadavida was all she had. It was our favorite record at the time. We opened all the windows and let it rock for hours.
I got my first real six-string.... :)