New Year; old memories.

Having contracted flu on 24th December, and therefore being forced to celebrate the season by feeling sorry for myself, I spent some time remembering happier times. Previous readers of this “blog” (and I know that is about three people!) will know that after a viral infection some three years ago, I am now virtually deaf. I wear a hearing aid (when forced to, as I don’t like it) in my right ear, and – with patience and a great deal of concentration – I can make out enough of a conversation to be able to respond. Iget it wrong at times, but – thankfully – not to any great embarrassment so far. I have absolutely no hearing in my left ear. Mine is a “mono” world!

I grew up in the ’60’s and ’70’s (ok, subjective statement – I got older!) and lived in North London then. It was a  great time to be a teenager/ young adult (I was born in 1954). The music scene was simply amazing, and my friends and I were out at live gigs at least three or four nights a week. It seemed every pub had a room with a live band on, and admission charges were – even by the relative standards of the day – cheap. I was in my element. I absolutely lived for the music. I was blessed too, with an open mind and a wide taste in genre. If it was good music, I’d listen to it.

I can recall seeeing bills as diverse as “Little” Stevie Wonder (as he was called then!), The Four Tops, the Temptations and Gino Washington one night; Tony “TS” McPhee and The Groundhogs and Stray another night; and The Beach Boys a third. You’d need a second mortgage for that sort of quality nowadays.

In my “prime”, I was fortunate enough to see some incredible acts: Joan Baez (possibly the purest singing voice ever?); Ten Years After, Jethro Tull, Iron Butterfly, Yes, Vinegar Joe, John Mayall’s Bluesbreakers, Cream, Mountain, Led Zeppelin, Captain Beefheart & his Magic Band, Thin Lizzy, Rory Gallagher/Taste, Hawkwind . . .  jeez, i could go on (and frequently did!) for hours. I attended two days of rain and mud in 1972 in a field in Lincoln and still have the mud-spattered programme – it was Roxy Music’s first major gig, I believe.

Even when I moved from London, I still managed regular concerts – Beefheart again at Colston Hall (“Mr Zoot Horn Rollo, play that LONG note slow . . .); Miles Davis at St Davids Hall; Muddy Waters at the Victoria Apollo; Ry Cooder at Hammersmith Odeon and at NEC Birmingham; and John Martyn (sadly missed now) at so many places – I think he was the one I saw most, possibly 10 or 11 times? Everytime different, everytime brilliant.

I saw a few lemons along the way. I wish I could forget Grand Funk Railroad at Royal Albert Hall and the 25 minute TEDIOUS drum solo!; but I also saw some landmarks – The Who opening the Rainbow Theatre; Pink Floyd – at RAH for “saucerful of secrets”, – at the Rainbow for “Dark side of the moon”, and at the Crystal Palace bowl. I saw Peter Green, recently split from Fleetwood Mac, play a beautiful solo set before his illness took him away from us for so long. He was – amazingly – playing live in a converted garage behind The Salisbury pub in High Barnet! I saw Steppenwolf at the Edmonton Sundown, who were responsible for the iconic track of my youth, “Born to be wild”. I said I could go on . . .

I also, naturally, accumulated an impressive collection of vinyl, then cassettes, then cds. The “master plan” was when I retired, I would spend my dotage annoying the kids with a constant barrage of progressive rock and blues music. It gathers dust now, as I haven’t the heart to dispose of it.

When I wasn’t at live gigs, I was glued to the radio. TV was not a factor in my life then. Listening to John Peel was an essential requirement, and I rarely missed his shows. If I did watch TV, it was “The Old Grey Whistle Test” with Whispering Bob, or “Rock goes to college”. I recorded so many of those on cassettes from a portable Sony B&W set! They all gather dust too :’-(

Life is never as we envisage it, and it only takes a small thing (in my case, a tiny virus) to completely transform your plans.

OK; memory lane exorcised. I’ll return to the long-overdue “Welfare part 2” eventually. thank you for the encouraging remarks.

x

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2 responses to this post.

  1. discovered your blog via your guest post at Benefit Scrounging Scum. You have seen the bands of my teenage years. I did see (Little ) Sevie Wonder at the Marquee club in London in 1966. Used to listen to John Peel (sadly missed).

    I have worked with hearing impaired children and i am always interested in how people cope with their lack of hearing.
    I’ll add you to my RSS feed

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  2. Thank you for your comments Wendy, we had THE best music, didn’t we ! x SD

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