- in which our hero begins to relate a murky saga variously featuring records, girls, gigs, vinyl, drums and love –
Born.
…ten years is wasted…I don’t go to see any of the classic acts of the Seventies as I am in primary school…anyway, on with the formative years with their clearly marked clues as to what I would become…
No early memories of music being played around the house. Mum is musical..but it’s church related…bells – big and small…singing…
Sister and I are allowed to linger in the attic (sounds cruel but it was big and basically derelict) and play parents’ 45s…all were stored in a plastic concertina folder I still have…majority of awful sixties pop crap but…Kismet…lots of Beatles, some Stones and a Dylan 45 as well as the only good thing Cliff ever did; Move It b/w Dynamite…45s are played by a stacking phonograph which drops the 7”s and plays them in sequence… to get bass you shut the lid…
…our attention is concentrated on these records as we are not allowed to listen to pop music on the radio and I don’t think we were allowed to watch ITV either…
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