I noticed that it’s over twelve years since Passenger produced the iconic song LET HER GO ( 1.5 billion views on the internet). I remember hearing it for the first time as I walked through a large retail store in Birmingham. I immediately stopped and listened as the tune and lyrics took me back to bittersweet moments in my life, pivot points, that could have taken my pathway through it in different directions and I always wonder if that would have been an improvement or a disaster. Perhaps its best not to think to deep.
Some weekends late in the evenings I pour myself a glass of red wine, put on the most amazing headphones that my children bought me, link them up to You Tube and imerse myself in musical videos that take the years away back to when I was starting out in life with no sat nav to guide me and no post code to put in it. Winging it.
I was sixteen, in a cafe with a friend waiting for a plate of chips, he put some money in the juke box and pressed play, the robotic arm hovered over a disk then uneringly placed it on the turntable and the mixture that represented Bird Dog drifted to every corner of the room, searching for suitable host’s.
Twenty one Great Yarmouth, She Was Just seventeen;Forteen Rocking Through the Rye; Hunters hill open air school. The first time I heard the word Rock in music. Music is the most reliable timepiece; but if anyone has a spare rolex I am willing to use it as a back up.