I was late to the compact disc
My roommate took a curious approach to the format change. He asked his folks for a cd player for Christmas and his father replied with the tautological challenge, "What do you need a cd player for? You don't even own any CDs." So my buddy ordered 12 CDs for a penny from Columbia House.
Take that, pops!
And the first CD out of the box, his first CD, was The Best of the Doors. Strangely -- and people are strange -- another of my very best friends also got The Best of the Doors as his first album. Neither of them listen to the Doors anymore.
Another pal doesn't listen to his first CD purchase either. Rather than start his collection with a 12 disc bang through the tried and true combination of Columbia House and mail fraud -- young people "stole music" long before anyone heard of mp3s or Napster -- he bought just one disc to go with his brand new stereo system. And did I mention that his stereo didn't have a cassette player? So my buddy spent two months trapped with Guns N' Roses' Appetite for Destruction. To this day, even mentioning Sweet Child O' Mine causes flashbacks.
My first CD purchase was the poorly produced ... And Justice for All by Metallica. I had already worn out at least one cassette tape of that album, but it took the digital fidelity of compact disc to truly appreciate the utter absence of Jason Newstead's bass from the mix.
Your first CD confessions are welcomed in the comments.