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Thank you for that Mrs. A, I loved that sound. A couple of years ago at our village all night fete, when there are bands of different genres all over the streets, I walked up the road and just caught those opening chords and a shiver went down my spine. A I got nearer and the singer started I thought that Bolan had been resurrected, it was uncanny. When I reached the bandstand the crowd was almost solid, not quite though, just enough room for a few oldies to jive and I was grabbed by a Dutch lady whose husband was more embarrassed at her solo dancing about than enthousiastic.
The band was French, from Perigueux, and sadly I have forgotten their name, but I will never more say that the French can't do Rock and Roll. Only most of them .
That’s brought back memories. I also used to listen to Radio Luxembourg under the bed clothes on my tiny tranny (not a euphemism!). I shared a bedroom with my sister and so had to keep the sound down. The frustration when the sound faded out during a song I loved! I loved that transistor and still have a thing about tiny radios.Mrs Archy wrote: ↑Thu Oct 24, 2019 3:13 pmWow Sidandus really pleased to see you are now posting - I was rather monopolising this thread but then I love music. It started when I was ten years old in the mid 60s and was terrified of going to bed after my dad died so I bought a tranny with my pocket money and spent every night under the bed covers listening to Luxembourg till I dropped off!