| Does Anyone Remember CD Clubs? Like BMG and Columbia House?
I was reading an article that mentioned these clubs. I must confess that THIS is the way I got into music.
At the ripe old age of 12 I sent in those '12 for 1c' envelopes. They used to come with a stack full of little stamps that had CD covers. You licked them and stuck them on and mailed them off. A week and a half later you'd have your 12 CDs.
I did this about 3 times? Using three different names in my family. At the time we also had moved a few times.
Some of the CDs I remember getting:
Nirvana: Nevermind
Green Day: Nimrod
Green Day: Dookie
Green Day: Insomniac
No Doubt: Tragic Kingdom
Those are the ones off the top of my head.
Did any of you do this? Did you get collection agencies come after you? hehe
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