There will be very little continuity in the snippets that I write because having worked in engineering all my life I now want to move away from having an orderly mind. So if my short stories are relative to a jigsaw puzzle I won’t be collecting all the outside pieces first and then filling in the middle.
Music
Having been born in 1942 I went to school with Elvis Presley, song along with the Everly Brothers, and was amazed by the songwriting skills of Buddy Holly. Of course, they were in America and I was in Birmingham, UK, but I was with them in spirit.
This was the late fifties early sixties a time when British singers and groups were playing catch-up to the American superstars. In 1960 I was eighteen and old enough to legally go into public houses and buy alcohol.
But the primary reason for these visits was that nearly every pub would have a Rock and Roll group trying to mimic the latest hit songs arriving from the States.
Beer flowed, smoke from cigarettes threatened to obscure the main acts, the sound from guitars and drums acted as a whisk mixing all these ingredients together.The lead singer who perhaps worked as a shop assistant by day was gradually elevated to a Demi-God.
Missed notes and chords from the lead guitarist became irrelevant as the heady mixture took hold. And how I and my friends envied the groups for they had what at that time in our lives we never had ‘Girlfriends’ and the most attractive ones in the room.
Then one weekend everything changed, ‘perhaps not everything because the girlfriends’ bit remained as yet a distant dream’. I had started to go to the Plaza in Handsworth, a club where there were resident rock groups such as the Redcaps and a variety of visiting ones.
One night in 1962 and I arrived at the Plaza with a group of friends to find that we had to stand in a small queue. What’s going on,’ I asked little Ray? He looked at me mystified. ‘The Beatles are playing here tonight.’ I shrugged my shoulders. ‘Who are they,’ I asked still perplexed? ‘New group from Liverpool, just charted with a song called ‘Love, Love Me Do.’ They are supposed to be good that’s why we are standing out here in the cold.’
It was winter and there was a chilling wind whistling along the street. Still, when we got inside the club we still bought the chilled beer.
I noticed that there were a lot more girls here this week and wondered why but found out when the Beatles burst onto the stage. As the group started their opening number all the girls standing at the front screamed then squeezed as close as they could to the group.And as I listened to their music I thought Wow, they were by far the best live group that I had ever heard, the guitar chords and harmonies were up another level. And their clothes were as distinctive as the music.
Months later another group arrived on stage, The Rolling Stones and I was in awe of their collective sound and look which was as distinctive as the Beatles, but in a totally different way.
Micky Jagger bounced up and down as if he had springs fitted in the heels of his boots and the drummer Mick Jones was mesmerising both the way he looked and played.
And how I loved that rhythm and blues style of music, and still do. They were, and still are the anti-Christs of rock groups.
The Brit music revolution had started.

