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Back in the 1960's, when I was a young teenager, I used to spend a lot of my time, with my friends, in the local coffee bars listening to the various records that were available in the juke box.
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.
Although I loved listening to Radio Luxemburg I cannot remember whether this was a radio station which was based on land, or at sea. Can anyone help me here?
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.
However it was not until something unusual happened that I thought about learning to play for myself.
If you have ever driven in the UK you will know that from time to time you come across a roundabout, something which is designed to ease the flow of traffic without actually stopping it. These roundabouts are like a large circle in the road, and they often have grass in the middle for appearance sake.
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.
Every car that passed had a good look at him, it was almost as though the roundabout was his stage.
It was not long before I had joined him, and so there were now two people in the middle of the roundabout, one playing, and one listening.
But that started me on the path from which I have never turned back. I saved up furiously until I had enough money to go out and buy my own guitar, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Over the past number of years I have played in all types of venues, big and small, some ordinary, some very exciting, but I have never forgot my time spent on that 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.
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.
Although I loved listening to Radio Luxemburg I cannot remember whether this was a radio station which was based on land, or at sea. Can anyone help me here?
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.
However it was not until something unusual happened that I thought about learning to play for myself.
If you have ever driven in the UK you will know that from time to time you come across a roundabout, something which is designed to ease the flow of traffic without actually stopping it. These roundabouts are like a large circle in the road, and they often have grass in the middle for appearance sake.
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.
Every car that passed had a good look at him, it was almost as though the roundabout was his stage.
It was not long before I had joined him, and so there were now two people in the middle of the roundabout, one playing, and one listening.
But that started me on the path from which I have never turned back. I saved up furiously until I had enough money to go out and buy my own guitar, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Over the past number of years I have played in all types of venues, big and small, some ordinary, some very exciting, but I have never forgot my time spent on that 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.
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