I have been asked in the past, not the least by Mrs Martel, why music is so important to me. I can only explain in the most general terms, that it was what I grew up with. Music spoke to me and said things about me in ways in which I could not. Music represented to me something which was completely my own and no outside power could control. I could get in trouble at school or at home for not following rules, but no power on Earth could compel me to stop liking Led Zeppelin, the Rolling Stones or whoever. As the years passed, music reinforced self-image. A few months ago there was a documentary on BBC4 about the history of the vinyl album. One commentator, a DJ, said that on walking into a person’s home he could immediately tell what sort of person lived there simply by looking at what was in his album collection. I look at my album collection and realise that what it says about me is pretty accurate.
Closer and closer we come.