When I was at school, it was fashionable to be into progressive rock: Genesis, Rick Wakeman, et al. I came across the latter's Six Wives of Henry the Eighth in a record shop the other week. That took me back - but, to be honest, none of this music really meant much to me. I tried to get into it, since I had friends who were into it, and I must admit that I still have a nostalgic soft spot for Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells, but if I could rewrite my life I must admit I'd have got into Bowie and Roxy Music instead.
The first non-classical music I really got into, thanks to a friend who introduced me to it, was The Velvet Underground. (We were about 19. He and I would sit up all night talking and listening to them, smoking Woodbines. When we ran out of Woodbines, I hate to admit it, we split open the nubs and rolled them. Thank heavens I gave up). I loved the roughness, and the rich, rhythmic drone The Velvets created. At best they make a sound like some huge, electric sitar. And I still like them, despite the fact that Mo Tucker (the drummer) has been seen at Tea Party events. And then there was Nico...
4 years ago