Post by Col ISIHAC. on Sept 4, 2008 18:35:14 GMT
Currently, although I live in Wellingborough, I still work in Portsmouth - and drive down to work on a Monday & back on a Friday - or Thursday 
Before I leave, I load up on CDs - the car takes six at a time. On the way home today I was listening to stuff I hadn't heard in an age and it got me thinking. Laterally. I was half way through a Supertramp album; Famous Last Words; and as Supertramp have had a pretty obvious type of style and presentation for ever; something reminded me of another of their albums - Even In The Quietest Moments - and a whole pile of memories arrived at once!
released in 1977 when I was 15, this was one of the first albums played to me by my lifelong friend Rory - now Dr Ridley-Duff actually!
my musical co-conspirator. It conjures up visions of the house he grew up in, the room we used for rehearsal, his mother's home made pizza, tea, coffee and 6th form parties. Some of the most enduring and happiest memories of my teenage years originated in that house - a large, rambling place near the beach in West Wittering near Chichester.
It is a defining moment musically for me; Rory is a keyboard player, composer and I am a guitarist, lyricist and arranger. Supertramp's music was an inspiration to us; that album holds dear memories and was a lesson in layering & arranging instruments - lessons learned through pleasure!
That place is so important to me that, while visiting Rory's Mother during the recording of the album we released last year, I wanted to record just some of the acoustic guitar; for the memories! It turned out to be the final track of the final piece - quite fitting I thought.
So.
After that wee ramble - your album, song, tune which holds a key for you??
Before I leave, I load up on CDs - the car takes six at a time. On the way home today I was listening to stuff I hadn't heard in an age and it got me thinking. Laterally. I was half way through a Supertramp album; Famous Last Words; and as Supertramp have had a pretty obvious type of style and presentation for ever; something reminded me of another of their albums - Even In The Quietest Moments - and a whole pile of memories arrived at once!
released in 1977 when I was 15, this was one of the first albums played to me by my lifelong friend Rory - now Dr Ridley-Duff actually!
my musical co-conspirator. It conjures up visions of the house he grew up in, the room we used for rehearsal, his mother's home made pizza, tea, coffee and 6th form parties. Some of the most enduring and happiest memories of my teenage years originated in that house - a large, rambling place near the beach in West Wittering near Chichester.It is a defining moment musically for me; Rory is a keyboard player, composer and I am a guitarist, lyricist and arranger. Supertramp's music was an inspiration to us; that album holds dear memories and was a lesson in layering & arranging instruments - lessons learned through pleasure!
That place is so important to me that, while visiting Rory's Mother during the recording of the album we released last year, I wanted to record just some of the acoustic guitar; for the memories! It turned out to be the final track of the final piece - quite fitting I thought.
So.
After that wee ramble - your album, song, tune which holds a key for you??
and was really into ABBA. I was a member of a youth club, and on a Friday night group of us would all head back to one of the leader's flats to sit and chat and listen to music (though my dad, embarassingly, would insist on collecting me). 
I have ended up with a reasonably eclectic taste in music. I didn't grow up with much music- all I remember was that my mum would listen to the radio while ironing, and that my parents would put music on when their friends came over for the evening every few weeks. Even at an early age, I hated my mum's ironing music (sorry mum) which largely consisted of rock 'n' roll stuff and naff '60s pop. My dad's collection always appealed to me more, and at their little soirees I grew to love The Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, The Kinks, The Who, Bob Dylan and various other stuff. But it still wasn't enough to define me. I didn't hear much music at all until my pre-teen years, when I only really had one friend, a girl called Gemma. She'd get me to come to her house practically every day and listen to Madonna, Michael Jackson, Cher and various boy-bands (particularly Take That, who were new on the scene) and make up crappy dance routines to go with them. I hated the lot of them, and had to silently agree whenever Gemma's dad said something like, "You call that music? Music is about musicians who can play instruments and sing. It's not about some stupid little johnny prancing around the stage going 'nyah nyah nyah.'"
)EP for my 15th birthday.