'Time Keeps Slipping into the Future’.
Wearing long black Civil Defence wartime greatcoats & carrying black umbrellas with steel points that could double as weapons (a la John Steed in ‘The Avengers’ or Alex in ‘Clockwork Orange’, that we saw before it got banned in cinemas).
Listening to MC5 ‘Kick out the Jams’: our first exposure to what a live concert should sound like on vinyl & Procul Harum’s ‘Salty Dog’ & the Doors first 2 lps on Grundig 4-track open reel recorders: the i-pod of its day. Our whole life lay before us unmapped. We could do anything go anywhere & some of us did…. With bells on!
There was a constant soundtrack to our lives & various places we woke up in. Hearing the songs immediately triggers memories of places & happy times. Weekends at Noblestone, Bonhill listening to Sly & Family Stone: Belmont St, Glasgow & Nilsson ‘Son of Schmilsson’ & ‘The Point’ & the Beach Boys ‘Holland’. Round the corner on Maryhill Road at the Pacetta’s place with the endless Grateful Dead lps. My bit under the Grosvenor with the Kevin Ayers, Roy Harper & Soft Machine & early morning visitors you didn’t expect.
Muswell Hill, London & Steely Dan in the back garden on those endless summer days. St Georges Hospital lying in bed with hep b & Mahdu robbing me tapes & books & Santana’s ‘Caravanserai’ always playing. Mahdu not named Mahdu then, but struggling to keep it together disappearing for hours in the toilet in a worse state than I was & he came to visit me. Chasing him out of his squat in Maida Vale. This was the second time I chased him out of London & home for his health.
What a time we had & then you wake up one morning & look in the mirror & see a fat, grey haired old man & you think where did the time go? This time last year we went to Mull & Iona for the first time. It seems like it was only a couple of months ago, but it was a year ago. ‘Time Keeps Slipping into the Future’.
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