bandits at 9 o'clock Ginger
Like most of us I guess, music
has played a very important part of my life.
I know I’ve blogged in the past about how it is a part of me.
I started listening to old
records on an even older mono “Dansette” record player. It sounded lovely. Until that is my oft strange parents decided
it was better off being burnt on a bonfire.
But I digress. I used to listen
to my sister’s old 45s. And my love of
music, and in particular “Let’s Dance” by Chris Montez was born.
Then one day when in the village
shop, I noticed a rack containing bigger records, and with my pocket money I
bought my very first LP. Was this
something ultra-cool like most people claim
their first record purchase to be? The
Beatles perhaps? Or the Rolling Stones? The Sex Pistols even?
No. I bought a compilation of war movie themes by
Geoff Love and his Orchestra. I loved
that album. I still do.
Shortly after, the record player
met its fiery end and I was bought a small Hitachi cassette player and 2
cassettes for Christmas. The Best of
Neil Diamond and “Jazz” by Queen. I
loved them both. I still do.
After relentless nagging, a new
music centre (there’s posh) arrived and more LPs followed. “Live Killers” by Queen, “Parallel Lines” by
Blondie, Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” and something by Deep Purple. I was by now really into my music and spent
all my available pocket money on records and cassettes. And then Bruce * entered my life. It was never to be the same.
I had found what I was looking for.
I had found what I was looking for.
* Springsteen. Not Forsyth.
I remember all of those movies but I can't say I remember all of their theme music. Well, The Great Escape I remember but probably because I just saw it on TV! lol
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, little brother. They burnt pretty much everything of mine too. I did manage to salvage my teddy bear (but only just! On my university graduation day their dog tore it to pieces!)
ReplyDeleteI'm surprised we turned out so well :-)