How many of you remember, I wonder, those seven-inch diameter, black
plastic disks, with a hole in the centre and wiggly grooves cut into the
surface, that we used to lay on a device to make them spin? We would place a
needle - with a diamond at the tip if we were in the money, a sapphire if times
were tough – into the grooves, and, as if by magic, with some accompanying
crackles and clicks, music would emerge! Later, when I had a little more money,
I would graduate to larger, twelve inch disks. For a while, though, I had only
enough money for the smaller variety.
And the first black plastic disk I bought? Well, I can’t actually
remember which came first, but among them was Riders on the Storm, the last single released by The Doors before
Jim Morrison’s death. Another very early purchase was Sweet Hitch-Hiker by Creedence Clearwater Revival, also one of
their later recordings. I had just missed out on these bands at their peak. I
would have to revisit their work later. Signs,
a little known song by the little known Canadian band Five Man Electrical Band,
was an example of that soon-to-be-extinct species, the protest song. I awoke
into musical awareness at the end of an era: I had missed my true time. The
Beatles had broken up. Jefferson Airplane were on their last legs. Jimmy
Hendrix and Janis Joplin (not to mention Jim Morrison) were dead. Dylan’s best
days were behind him. Clapton was lost in a heroin haze. Woodstock was fading
into history. Crocodile Rock, by
Elton John, gave a fair indication of the direction music would take in the
seventies.
If I had been born five years earlier, I might have been able to enjoy
the latter half of the sixties. Of course, I would be five years older now, so
I am not too disappointed. When was your musical awakening?
For the price of a Big Mac: Maybe they'll remember me
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