The Music of Puberty

Apart from singing hymns in Assembly and hearing two way family favourites on my parent’s wireless, the only other music in my life for the next four or five years was the live music I heard that leaked out of the public house next door to my home. It was classic East End stuff, and I would be in bed with the lights off not bothering to try to sleep as I heard the acts perform in a public house next door, loudly and clearly through the thin walls of my bedroom. Continue reading