Many years back I woke up in the early hours on a Sunday morning in a park in Barcelona. I was still incredibly drunk. I had a few bucks in my pocket, my passport and a picture disc copy of Madonna's fist lp. Strangely I had no recollection of how I got the lp but it was enclosed in a record shop plastic bag, so i was sure I had not stolen the thing. The lp itself had a rather attractive topless photo of the singer looking somewhat like Marilyn Monroe.
Within my wallet was a basic map of the city and so I felt confident enough of finding my hotel......eventually. I was in no mood to move quickly or think much beyond finding an open cafe or at least walking in vaguely the right direction. During my slow meandering I noticed that the only people on the streets were me and the cops. All good folk were in bed, getting ready to go to church, on their way to church or at church. A cop with a strange metal helmet on eventually stopped me and asked for identification. When satisfied, he checked out my Madonna picture disc. As he smirked checking out the record I could not help but think he looked like a futuristic matador from the year 2050. My blood shot eyes and sex pistols t-shirt convinced me not to attempt telling "officer friendly" I was on my way to mass. He knew I was lost and so I showed him my hotel address. He invited me to follow him and I assumed we were going to my destination. We passed streets I recognized, this time without the pick pockets and prostitutes harassing passers by.
Eventually I walked into a local police station and was escorted to a recreation area towards the back of the station. Several male cops were drinking, smoking, and playing cards and generally relaxing. The Madonna record was placed on the turn table and suddenly every Spaniard knew English, belting out the lyrics. Understandably in the early 80's you couldn't walk 3 blocks without hearing a Madonna song. It certainly seemed like the Spanish cops took too her stuff like "bulls to a red rag." I had a few beers and staggered back to my hotel. I slept for many hours and on waking debated with myself about if I had dreamed about the interaction with the cops. I had these cheesy Madonna songs buzzing around my head.
Sometime later I answered a knock on the door and one of the cops down at the station shook my hand and returned my record. It had confirmed the experience had occurred.

I am in no way shape or form a big Madge fan, but back when she was just beginning I admit it, I was on her jellied bracelet hand. The self titled debut, sometimes dubbed "The First Album" is a little piece of 80s fun from way back when I wasn't sick of looking at her. My pal Melsie and I listened to this album over and over when we were teens. The singles everyone knows but it's songs like "I Know It" that make this one a great little dose of nostalgia.

Watch Video Here: http://www.amazon.com/review/R14RZT6MVVKEJA MadonnaMy name is Jeremy Gloff I'm a music collector. This is my review of Madonna's debut album.

Before a single publicity shot was released, Madonna had already begun her now endless run on the charts. Some thought Madonna was African American, some thought it was a new lead singer for the group "The Dazz Band" then, on July 27, 1983 the secret was out. Madonna was here.... to stay.

Chock full of happy-go-lucky songs, "Madonna" was what pop music was all about in 1983. R&B infused dance music with insanely catchy lyrics and videos that captured the carefree artist who was about to begin a musical journey through 3 decades.

Not only was her music changing the world, Madonna's look also took America by storm. You couldn't throw a stick without hitting a teenaged girl with dozens of black "gummi" bracelets on her wrist, or a lace bow tied in her processed to the hilt blond hair. This was a cultural phenomenon and Corporate America was watching. MACY'S opened a boutique in several of it's stores with fashions and accessories based on Madonna's look.

This is where it all started and for the next year and a half, you couldn't turn on the radio or watch the then brand new MTV without Ms. Ciccone's infectious pop creations assaulting your senses.

"Everybody", "Lucky Star", "Borderline", "Physical Attraction", "Holiday", "Burning Up" ... Need I say more?

Perfection.

One Of Madonna's Best,And One Of My Favorites CDs ,A Classic ,And A Must Have