Today I had yet another reminder of who exactly is responsible for my taste in music. I would like to think it was some mentor like experience with a soul in love with music who inspired my teenage tastes. I could say it was Anna Tripp and her gothic, Bauhaus moments, that it was my Ma and that Motown soundtrack, my first gay boy dearest Mark and his louder than mine HiFi and his house collection or even the missus and her desire to impart on me the finer grooves in life. It could be my first love and those sunny Fleetwood Mac moments or the delight I found in the dub of my first festival days. I could blame a million DJ’s; Coco, Smoking Jo, Tenaglia, Nightingale, Peel, Woodrow, Gordon, Fuller…the list goes on but I can’t. That would be too cool. Like claiming Human League ‘Being Boiled’ was your first tune bought when in fact that first precious 49p was spent was on Modern Romance’s ‘Ay Ay Ay Ay Moosey’
Nope the reason why I have the taste in music I have came to the fore again today courtesy of a blast of Glen Campbell’s ‘Witchita Linemen’. The reason I have the taste I have is Radio 2. The soundtrack to my childhood, the reason I know all the words to every Bacharach penned classic, every Little Stevie session, every John Barry string, every second of ‘MacArthur Park’, every note of ‘Spanish Flea’, every breath of ‘Music Was My First Love’. Yes that childhood soundtrack of mine, mashed up with a mid Seventies Radio 2 jingle, is responsible for a wealth of songs and lyrics I’ll never wanna let go.
If I was cool I’d claim it’s all about the trainspotting abilities those early years have given me. I could claim its all about those bally-eric qualities. If it feels right, play it. But if i’m honest its just a great big singalong. One I’m proud to join in.
‘I am a lineman for the county. And I drive the mainroad. Lookin’ in the sun for another overload. I hear you singing in the wire. I can hear you thru the whine. And the Wichita Lineman, is still on the line. I know I need a small vacation. But it don’t look like rain. And if it snows that stretch down south, won’t ever stand the strain. And I need you more than want you. And I want you for all time. And the Wichita Lineman, is still on the line. ‘