The first LP I bought with my saved-up pocket money was Electric Warrior by T-Rex. It popped up in a window today and I noticed that it is 41 years old. How did that happen? I still have the album in a cupboard somewhere with vomit stains on the cover. (That was some party!) It had all the words on the back and I remember trying to impress my granny with them, but she was having none of it. But it was carted round various parties in those halcyon days along with Bowie’s Hunky Dory and The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars and Carole King’s Tapestry. The weird thing is that I still know all the words to every track – as do my boys for they became Bowie fans too. (38 years since Diamond Dogs came out!)
40 years old and music that I still listen to. I do listen to stuff that’s a bit older too these days from the Classics to Doris Day but the radio always gets turned up for Bowie. They were played and replayed on the old Dansette with a 2p piece taped to the arm to stop it jumping. The words were memorised and lusted after and I was so pleased to learn that some of the lyrics came from a jumble of phrases cut out of paper and mixed up on the floor for Hunky Dory. They had previously made no sense to me at all and I really was beginning to think that taking drugs was the only way I was going to understand them.
So today, as the choir-next-door gathers for a medley of old-time tunes, I shall be cranking up Itunes and going back to the 70s for a glam rock time. Rock on!