Rarely do I find myself indulging in reflection, over-rated I’ve always thought and quite possibly dangerous. But, the other day I was listening to one of the word in your ear podcasts from a while back and the opening “what music was in the house when you were young” question set me off on a rare journey of indulgent reflection and reminiscence.
My answer to the question (which I will never be asked in its original context, just like the one about the desert island..) was that neither of my parents really seemed to like music that much. The albums that I recall being in the house were three Carpenters album (A song for you, now and then and close to you), an Alan Price album – between today and yesterday – the one with Jarrow song on it and a few MFB classical albums. These were all chosen by my mother. As to Dad, well strangely i recall 1,000 volts of holt but never remember him listening to it and that frankly is it. No sign of Elton john or even the Beatles despite them selling a few records in those days.. (2% of all records sold in 1973 » Continue Reading.