ABPA - Australian Bush Poets Association

Music, Memories and Me.

It was during the nineteen fifties that music claimed our mind.
Bing Crosby and Frankie boy were, by now - just another kind
of balladeer and crooner who had been superseded.
It was a different type of music which bobby soxers needed.
Bill Haley and his Comets had belted to the fore.
Teenagers, were yelling out for more and more and more,
Rock and Roll with drumming drums and an incessant beat
kept everybody jumping and swaying on their feet.

Little Patti and J'Ok in Aussie came about.
Pretty Patti, how she sang and Johnny gave us 'Shout'.
Sadie, the cleaning Lady, was ever in our ears
because our handsome Johnny Farnum
was around for years and years.

Music first came to us from within the Radio,
but if we wanted it with us, wherever we would go,
it was a gramophone we carried, to play our seventy eights
whether with a girlfriend or even with our mates.

Undo the catch, lift up the lid then put a record on
settle back and wait intent for the intro. to a song.
But first the handle must be turned to wind the tensile spring
otherwise you'd never hear a blinkin' bloody thing.
Place the needle gently, into an outside groove,
if you didn't get it right it wouldn't bloody move,
but you knew you had it right when when you heard the first -
schlick - schlick.
By now the record is movin' - pretty bloody quick.

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So now you all sit back to hear your favoured song of choice
rendered by modern singers with a bloody raspy voice.

(c). Rimeriter. 27/4/08.

We've come a long way Jim from lugging around those portable record players (so cool - so big) to the dinky little ipods they have now days, and really in such a short time.

Yay - verily, Maureen.

I pull mine from the shelf now and again to give it an airing.
Needles are becoming hard to come by.

Jim.

Good one Jim, a trip down memory lane. I remember as a kid my folks had one of those old players and to them it was 'state of the art' entertainment. All the old scratchy 'seventy eights' whipping around. As Maureen said we've come a long way.

Ron

No cannot remember those thing either gees I must be young.


Either that or I have selective memory failure.

I went out to the Wowan township 100 year celebrations and looked through some of the old buidings from when the
town boomed. The railway station and the old butter factory some of the old gear on display was great. One item looked like a wrench with a couple of studs sticking out and they did not know what it was ? I was looking and an old fella said a wing wong for a gooses bridle I think, now that i remember as my grandad used to say it all the time when we got a bit inquisitive.


Cheers you oldies Bob

Good bit of nostalgia, Jim . . . but you might want to make Johnny a Farnham

Cheers, Marty

Crikey, thank you all for your nostalgic comments.

Also, "thanks" Marty for correcting my mis-spelling.

Must dig back into my archives to find more which may also invoke nostalgia.
Jim.

What about Johnny Ray walking his baby back home.