There were only so many times you could listen to Hurricane, Just Like a Woman, Lay Lady Lay and lots of other songs before the tape ended, was turned over and you get it all again. This went on for about three days.
Blues touches the heart and soul. People come along to the Sleepy Hollow Blues Club to be themselves, to be with others who have a similar love of the blues, some who may have lived the blues.
It’s a close-knit community and there’s lots of crossover in band members from one group to another. The kids are always welcoming and delighted to see me.
Mum would dutifully wrap the can in crepe paper to cover the rust and make it decorative.
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.