I've always been into listening to music, helped by my next-door neighbour, Derek Johnson, who just happened to be the singles reviewer for “The New Musical Express” in the late 60’s. Hence, I have an awesome collection of demo records that he used to pass over to me, and he also gave me a break as a freelance writer reviewing gigs; my first was Cliff Richard!
Maybe I should have taken the job he offered aged 18, but instead I listened to mum and dad – those were the days – and went to college instead. Here I was introduced to all sorts of musical influences and had my first encounters with Mother Nature at her best. A winning combo!
So what to expect here? Well, atmosphere, melody, cheeky fun, harmonies and stuff to lift you up to those fluffy white clouds. I have always liked plonking myself down between two speakers and letting the music take me up and away. Maybe you should try it too. Happy listening.
About the curator: Richard Parsons
I grew up listening to music from the late 60’s onwards. Pirate pop radio; swapping LP’s with friends; exploring genres; daydreaming over the latest woofer and tweeter.
In reality I spent thirty years imparting imperfect knowledge of English literature and drama to young minds in school. Regrets? No. I loved teaching; loved the interaction with the pupils, and made lifelong friends as a result. And what better way to keep up to date with music? I always played stuff in my lessons, and as a result, I’d be bombarded with suggestions from my flock! “Sir! Have you heard…?”
Image Credit: David~O - Smoke Rings on Flickr