Sgt. Pepper's in the summer of '67, which actually my 4-year-older brother bought for himself when I was 7. Whenever he was listening to it I knew it to be a recording I wanted to get into - but, he wouldn't let his little-kid brother in on his listening sessions, so I had to sneak an infrequent listen when I could, whenever he wasn't around. I think by that winter, Magical Mystery Tour had come out and, after that became his prime focus, his iron grip on Sgt Pepper's relaxed a bit. It was the first rock album I ever fell stone in love with.
