In the third of our Centre Stage series we shine the light on David Oke, one of our most prolific writers.
The images were blurry but I witnessed a momentous event in human history and I’ll never forget it.
This cheesy American 1980s song, with an equally tacky film clip, provokes a memory bathed in anger, frustration and disappointment - my first experience of really distrusting a real estate agent.
There was almost no conversation happening in the taxi so when the familiar whistling in the introduction to Wind Of Change came on early morning Portugal radio there was room for listening and contemplation.
For the first time in years, after hearing a song for the first time I had to listen to it again, and again, and yet again.
I witnessed how song memory can be locked away, or partitioned, in a brain that is ravaged by deterioration and confusion.
You can tell by the catch in Neil Finn's voice that it was a tough gig to play and sing this song for his former band mate.
As a ten year old I was quite oblivious to the meaning of Galveston – a cry out from an American soldier in Vietnam who is recalling happy memories back home while on the battlefront.
We saw miles and miles of flat plains of farmland from horizon to horizon. A big blue sky above the endless cotton fields, cattle ranches and oil wells pumping up that black gold –Texas tea. We discovered where the saying ‘As big as Texas’ came from that day.
The G.P. took one look at me and called an ambulance. After Emergency I was wheeled up to the cardiac ward and connected to the heart monitor.