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Memories Are Made Of This : The Golden Years of The Sixties Music Revolution

I suppose my first realisation that music wasthe giant video screens of today. To say we
something more relevant than learning thewere spoilt for choice is not to overwork a
words to carols for the school Christmasphrase.I haven't even mentioned the many folk
concert was appreciating my Dad's collectionclubs sprinkled about which I visited with my
of 78s'. He was a man with unusual tastes infriend Lucy as a guest singing duo, where we
music. My contemporys' parents listened toshared stages with the likes of Bert Jantz,
American crooners, like Bing Crosby, DeanDuster Bennett, Cat Stevens . . We would
Martin and the like, or the big band soundstravel to isolated venues in the heart of the
of the day.But my Dad had individual tastesBerkshire countryside and find ourselves in a
which included Eastern European folk music,barn somewhere, with people sitting on hay
Scottish bagpipe ballads and Welsh minersbales and listening to the stirring voices
choirs; plus my first introduction toand lyrics of Sandy Denny, Davy Graham and
classical such as exciting pieces like AramJohn Remborne, or even the Wurzels (bring
Khachaturian's "Sabre Dance".My Mother, ayour own cider!).If you wanted to dance, but
dedicated Crosby fan, disliked these strangestrictly not ballroom, you could stomp the
sounds to the extent that she banished anynight away at a selection of 'trad jazz'
playing of the 'caterwauling' to our barn, aclubs. Bands of various styles were always on
large wooden structure at the back of thetap; Dick Morrisey, the aforementioned Ken
house. This suited my Dad, and me, justCollier, Acker Bilk; It really was a golden
fine.He would mend bikes and tinker withage for live music of every kind. And it
machinery in one corner, while I would curldidn't cost an arm and a leg to indulge
up on a battered leather sofa looking atyourself. If we paid more than a couple of
pictures in old movie magazines, giggling atquid to get in we felt hard done by. Even
jokes in back copies of Lilliput and readingspecial occasions, like seeing the Who or
girlie type books (Little Women, Black BeautyCream at the Hammersmith Odeon were cheap at
etc.) while the haunting strains of Bulgarianthe price.Wherever we hung out with our mates
womens' voices, Highland airs or thethere was music. This was the age of the
overwhelming sound of Welshmen giving itcoffee bar, always with a juke box in the
their all emanated from the old wind upcorner belting out such classics as 'Dock on
gramaphone; memories are made ofthe Bay', or Buddy Holly's latest or Aretha
this.Musically I've come full circle. WithFranklin, Jimi Hendrix, Joan Biaz; where to
the increasing popularity of 'world music' Istop! Before the fashion for 'personalised
am, once again, enjoying Bulgarian women'smusic' (catered for firstly by the Walkman
harmonies and Welsh folk songs along with theand now in it's newest incarnation, the ipod)
exciting newcomers from African and Latinthe latest tunes brought like minds together.
American roots.Every generation, mostly,A normal Saturday outing was to the local
think that they have experienced the 'best'record shop where friends would crowd into a
period of topical music, but I do feel thatbooth together to hear the latest in the
the sixties were a special case. Consider'charts'.Maybe it was all just 'fashion' but,
this; any weekend my friends and I had aas the years race by, that sixties music has
difficult decision to make. Did we go 'upstood the test of time. Many of our heroes
town' to Ken Colliers to see American bluesare still household names. Our children still
stars like Big Bill Broonzy or jazz giantsappreciate such giants as Bob Marley, Jimi
like Dizzy Gillespie; or perhaps to theHendrix and Otis Redding. The likes of Paul
Marquee or 100 Club to listen to the up andWeller, Rod Stewart, the Rolling Stones still
coming Britishers like Paul Weller in thetour all over the world. Am I showing my age
Jam, Eric Clapton and the Yardbirds andwhen I find it hard to appreciate modern day
Georgie Fame with the All Stars.Or did weofferings? Of course I am but no more than
stay closer to home and go to the Riki Tik inany other person who has let music into their
Windsor and risk asphyxiation in the tinylife.From the moment the first cave man (or
room listening to an exciting new groupwoman) discovered how to make musical
called the Rolling Stones. And that was only'sounds' from reeds or rocks, water or wood,
the start; what about Osterley where youwe have enjoyed the privilege of a great
could hear John Lee Hooker, Sonny Terry andgift. How to explain the catch at the back of
Brownie McGee and any number of otherthe throat when we hear a familiar song or
Southern American blues stars; or Windsormelody? How to describe the pure feeling of
Drill hall where, on a Friday night you couldexhilaration and joy as many human voices
enjoy the best of Cyril Davies and the Allcome together to sing some particularly
Stars, which usually featured one of myuplifting work. I dare anyone to say they
favourites, Long John Baldry.And, if you werehave never felt that. And if some hardened
willing to risk parental wrath, it had to besouls insist that is the case; well I feel
Eel Pie Island in Twickenham, a den ofvery sorry for them.Fabio whiles away the
iniquity where you could hear the best of newhours in his Tuscan villa writing and enjoys
rhythm and blues; smell strange substancesplying his trade especially on the Internet.
burning in the air and where I firstHe enjoys his music and often visits Quality
encountered psychadelia in the shape of PinkOriginal Recordings where you can find a fine
Floyd whose innovative light shows ofselection of rare imports. You can reach him
coloured lava lamp blobs popping and forminghere: Internet Traffic and Brand Building.
ever different shapes were the precursor of



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