Hair Brush Rock Anthems
June 3rd 2011 06:16
A brush with fame . . .?
Now if you've bothered to read this far - chances are you've probably a memory or two of either crooning along to Barry Manilow and ABBA - or for the even more self absobed and energetic - grabbing the wooden framed cat gut in the corner that your parents bought you for your 12th birthday in the earnest belief you were going to be the next Rod Laver or Billy Jean King and ripping chord after chord of Led Zepplin and ACDC.
Yep, in the days before every teen had a TV in their room, before Skype, Facebook, the world wide web and iphones there was the transistor radio, vinyl LP's, a mirror, your imagination and your favourite song list.
A fairly spartan environment when you compare it to today - but when it comes to admitting your musical sins as divulged to either the hairbrush microphone or the amped up tennis frame - I say to you "Judge Not Lest Ye Be Judged" and "Let He Who is Without Sin Cast the First Stone"
Go on - cleanse yourself and be absolved of any guilt - enter the MNG confessional and exocise the pop and rock demons from your past.
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