Old Enough to Forget

I bought this album for my dad because it was supposed to be a "jazz" album. I thought he'd like it ... maybe he did, maybe he didn't. He did though keep it, and recently when my mum was packing up her place to move she asked me to go through the records and I should take anything I wanted. Years earlier when dad was still alive he'd let me pillage his collection and I "borrowed" quite a few classics from early Ray Charles to Harry Belafonte and those albums would be lost on my watch. So I went through again and picked out a bunch of stuff, mostly stuff I'd given him over the years and a few old gospel albums that looked interesting. It's kind of weird listening to More Than a Feeling now after all this time and recognizing bits and pieces of songs I'd not heard in decades. I don't think I played this more than a few times back in the early '80s but not heard it since. What drew me to the band were the players. I'd seen guitarist...

If there was an artist I actively despised as a kid it was Leo Sayer. "You Make Me Feel Like Dancing" was just plain stupid, and that horrific Frankie Valli falsetto was too much. I always thought he looked liked a diminutive version of Robin William's as Mork flying through the air. Which just shows how time blurs things, as Mork and Mindy wouldn't debut for another two years or so after this album came out ... but I remember the cover, and the blurring of time certainly hasn't helped.  I always thought of Leo Sayer as being huge in the disco era, and that songs like the aforementioned dancing song and the ballad "When I Need You" were later than this ... apparently I was wrong. Funny that. I have memories of Leo Sayer on those late night music shows, and I guess it just all sort of ran together. Anyway, back to my active dislike of all things Leo Sayer. It really wasn't based on anything other than he wasn't rock, and I didn't like how he s...

As a kid I was enamoured with the movie Yellow Submarine . I don't remember the year I first saw it on our tiny black and white television, it was maybe 1969 or 1970, My parents were having a party and I got to stay up late and as long as I wasn't seen or heard I could do what I wanted. I'm not sure if this was the night I watched Hitari! with John Wayne and Red Buttons (tell me again about the monkeys ...) and Yellow Submarine but those two movies are intertwined in my memory as a double feature. I always loved the songs Ringo sang. It was 1973 and Ringo was having his day in the sun. Songs like "Photograph" and "Oh My My" were a big deal. Although "You're Sixteen" was huge it was always a little creepy sounding even to my ten year old ears. Go figure. Over the years I maintained my soft spot for Ringo, although I never got any of his records. I did of course pick up a greatest hits CD, but my fandom never really translated into sales. So...

Pablo Cruise as a band name always confused me. Like Pink Floyd, and to a lesser extent (way, more lesser) Daniel Amos suffered from having fans ask "Which one is Pink?" Somewhere in my early teenage brain I figured Pablo Cruise was a guy who looked like a cross between Sergio Aragones and "Gold Hat" from The Treasure of the Sierra Madre exclaiming he didn't need no stinkin' badges. He would be wearing a black charro outfit singing " Guantanamera" and between sets would be passing out drinks with little umbrellas, s o you can imagine where I was trying to fit them musically. Of course with the passage of time I've heard a couple of their bigger hits like "Whatcha Gonna Do?" and "Love will Find a Way" and given my penchant for 70s cheese I was always kind of curious about the band. As fate would have it I managed to find A Place in the Sun and Worlds Away in the unloved section of one of my favourite record stores. While t...