March 26th, 2010

Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes
I came across this via a link on YouTube, I had completely forgotten this song and I don't think I knew that it as (a) sung by (and written by) Carole Bayer Sager (b) was enough of a hit to be on Top Of The Pops. Very sixties (though it wasn't the sixties of course, but sixties is a state of mind) and cooky. Mr cloudhigh had this on a cassette recorded off the radio in our distant teenage. Can't remember if he had more of fewer than 61 cassettes. The lyrics don't entirely make sense.

In nostagia stakes, it occurs to me that I must have fancied Judith Pyle from The Paper Lads (which I have mentioned before) because I remember her name and I can't think of any other reason. Nothing I think of compares with this in the degree of nostalgia it invokes, though I have no idea why. I think it is the song and the credits. Even though it wasn't a terribly good programme IIRC.

At least, I assume it was my life

Why do the credits of a not very good 1970s children's programme invoke far more nostalgia, given that, specifically, (a) I wasn't a paper boy (b) didn't live oop North (c) didn't work for the guy who ran the bar in Minder mysteriously moonlighting as a newsagent, say, than looking at photos of me as a child, my late parents, photos of the terraced houses more or less across the street from where I grew up (a pub was directly opposite) being demolished and replaced with flats etc.?
Of course my childhood itself did not have a sound-track by Renaissance...