so difficult to believe how the time has zipped past.
This month, March 2021 , you would have been 100 years old.
I miss you, so much, and when the following picture pops up on my iPad.... I need to take a breath.
so difficult to believe how the time has zipped past.
This month, March 2021 , you would have been 100 years old.
I miss you, so much, and when the following picture pops up on my iPad.... I need to take a breath.
Music has been fundamental to my life since I was a child in Calcutta. Moving to Britain in the 1950's provided me with the opportunity to grow up in London in the 1960's. An extraordinary time to be alive.
Now, late in my life I have been blessed with another opportunity to use my love of music and the fact that I was surrounded by so much socio-cultural change and to share these experiences with others; I use my alter ego daddy cool on a radio show on 97.5 FM where I put on a show called the Beatles and Beyond.It was about 7 PM on Friday, March 13, 1970.
My father and I had left Kingsbury Tube Station, got in the car to drive home and turned on the radio to listen to the BBC. In that time slot they played tracks from the new albums released that week.
It was the last day that I would be commuting in London, that is why it is emblazoned in my memory. One album they played was Willie and the poor boys, from Credence Clearwater Revival. Here, from that album, is a track that was released as a single and became a hit. It is forever in my memories of those transitional days. CCR and Down on the Corner.
The number one tune that week in the US and UK was Bridge Over Troubled Water from Simon and Garfunkel.
I was still in my first year as an immigrant in Canada. I had travelled a fair bit around southern Ontario but did not feel that I was a Canadian yet. However, I did think I still belonged to the community of western democracies.
Canada, just like America, the UK and Europe were embroiled in a struggle between the present generation and the old guard over the need for the Vietnam war.As baby boomers grew up in the 1950's, they were fascinated by the experiences of their older siblings. The ones who were too young to go to war, yet, because of the war, had a very unusual childhood & adolescence.
I have a memory of our early days in Kingsbury of walking through a small group of pre-fab houses on Kingsbury road at the edge of Roe Green. (That was the open green space that had existed since Norman times.) My grandmother and I walked home from Kingsbury Tube station to 16 Princes that went passed these homes.
Mostly, we went to Burnt Oak station and Watling Avenue when we went into town, and returned home from the opposite direction. So this is a rare memory. I was about 12, (1956).