One of my main interests as a young teenager in the 1960's was to go, with my friends, and listen to the juke box which was in most coffee bars at the time.
Of course you had to pay for this entertainment, and as money was a bit scarce we would all take it in turns to put our coins into the juke box and let everyone know what artists we were fans of.
I used to spend a few hours in the coffee bar (I dread to think how much coffee I drank) and then I would make my way home and straightaway tune in to Radio Luxemburg.
I wonder if any of you can remember Radio Luxemburg, the much loved radio station.
There were a lot of radio stations around in the 1960s, and many of them were stationed in offshore ships. I cant remember any of the names of those stations or ships now, but if any reader can remember then please let me know.
Radio Luxemburg was one of my favourite stations, but I cannot recall whether or not this was based on a ship, or on land. Can anyone recall this?
It was during these nightly vigils by the radio that I first acquired a taste for the guitar. That became the one instrument that I wanted to hear and hear again.
Much as I loved the guitar, I never considered playing it for myself, that is, not until a rather curious event occurred.
Those of you familiar with the road system in the U.K., will know that we have many roundabouts on our roads. These are designed to aid the flow of traffic, without stopping it as happens with traffic lights. They are literally a large circle placed at the junction of two roads, and they often have a small area of grass in the middle just to improve the appearance.
This curious event happened when I was passing one of these roundabouts, one day. I discovered an old friend of mine sitting in the middle of this roundabout, happily strumming away on his guitar.
All the cars that went past could not help but notice him, it was such an unusual sight right there in the middle of a roundabout. It was a bit like being on stage, in the middle of the road!
I went over and joined him on his 'stage', and quietly wished that I had a guitar to play.
But I decided there and then that listening just was not good enough, and I determined to do all I could to get my own guitar.
Although my guitar playing has taken me to all sort of places all around the world, I have never forgotten how it all started - on the roundabout.
And I enjoy having the opportunity to show other people how to get started on the guitar and so have their own roundabout experience. - 16463
Of course you had to pay for this entertainment, and as money was a bit scarce we would all take it in turns to put our coins into the juke box and let everyone know what artists we were fans of.
I used to spend a few hours in the coffee bar (I dread to think how much coffee I drank) and then I would make my way home and straightaway tune in to Radio Luxemburg.
I wonder if any of you can remember Radio Luxemburg, the much loved radio station.
There were a lot of radio stations around in the 1960s, and many of them were stationed in offshore ships. I cant remember any of the names of those stations or ships now, but if any reader can remember then please let me know.
Radio Luxemburg was one of my favourite stations, but I cannot recall whether or not this was based on a ship, or on land. Can anyone recall this?
It was during these nightly vigils by the radio that I first acquired a taste for the guitar. That became the one instrument that I wanted to hear and hear again.
Much as I loved the guitar, I never considered playing it for myself, that is, not until a rather curious event occurred.
Those of you familiar with the road system in the U.K., will know that we have many roundabouts on our roads. These are designed to aid the flow of traffic, without stopping it as happens with traffic lights. They are literally a large circle placed at the junction of two roads, and they often have a small area of grass in the middle just to improve the appearance.
This curious event happened when I was passing one of these roundabouts, one day. I discovered an old friend of mine sitting in the middle of this roundabout, happily strumming away on his guitar.
All the cars that went past could not help but notice him, it was such an unusual sight right there in the middle of a roundabout. It was a bit like being on stage, in the middle of the road!
I went over and joined him on his 'stage', and quietly wished that I had a guitar to play.
But I decided there and then that listening just was not good enough, and I determined to do all I could to get my own guitar.
Although my guitar playing has taken me to all sort of places all around the world, I have never forgotten how it all started - on the roundabout.
And I enjoy having the opportunity to show other people how to get started on the guitar and so have their own roundabout experience. - 16463
