Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Story-book Beginnings

  • First posted on MySpace Mar 27, 2006
Somewhere in the archives of the Portsmouth News there is a photo of a queue of people waiting to get tickets to see an up and coming group called The Beatles.....
Flash!    Its late 62/early 63 and there is a queue of about 50 girls stretching down Osbourne Road from the front door of a local dance hall. It's bitingly cold and the girls are all wrapped up in their winter coats, their Helen Shapiro haircuts covered with head scarves. In the middle of the queue is a 14 year old girl .She's badgered her mum and dad into letting her go and see a new group called the Beatles ,and has arranged to meet up with her friends to get tickets.
There's just one slight complication for her....she has to take her baby brother down there as well! So there she stands, a 14 year old girl with a baby in a pram, facing down the disproving looks from passers-by-its bad enough they say that you are going to pop concert but to bring a baby along as well......
The baby didn't seem to care though, all wrapped up against the wind howling in from the Solent, with loads of girls making a fuss, and a bottle of milk.....
Flash!      Its 1965  and that babys other sister, is grooving in her bedroom to the Stones, and the Small Faces and the sounds coming out of America on a label called Motown. In the post one morning comes a letter from Stones guitarist Brian Jones (this was the days when pop stars answered their own mail!).The baby is now 4 and fascinated by how sounds come out of a shiny piece of black plastic.
Flash!      Its 1972 and as this sister gets married she leaves behind her record player and a bunch of lps  and singles for her 10 year old brother He can’t believe his luck as he flips through records by the Stones, Beatles, Who, Small Faces, Otis Redding, Stevie Wonder, Issac Hayes and a whole lot more. He's already the smartest-dressed kid in the street thanks to his cool sis  buying him clothes from grown-up clothes shops like Fagins and Lord John, with shoes by Ravel .Now he's got the soundtrack to match the clothes.....

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