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I dont often visit Gen Chat so I'm a little unsure of what is discussed on here in the main, but driving home tonight I had a little attack of nostalgia and I wondered how many of you are affected by music as I frequently am. Songs and tunes that can whisk you back in time to a special place.
For me, this evening, it was a Buddy Holly song, '' That'll be the day.'' I'm sure that many of you will be far too young to remember the singer of the song, but for me, just for a few minutes, I was a fifteen year old lad again. Feeling sorry for myself because my very first love had dumped me for another chap, name of Brynley,( I hated him.) Her name was Patricia and it was in those long ago days, when, at fifteen, holding hands was about as erotic as it got, although. I have to admit that she was also the first girl I ever kissed. With tightly pursed lips I hasten to add, none of that tongues stuff in those days of innocence.
We both were fans of Buddy, Patricia and I, his songs were probably a little too sweet and innocent for todays taste, but they summed up the feelings of youngsters in those less sophisticated days. I often wonder what became of her and if she has had as good a life as me, I hope so. Shortly after we split I left school and went off to sea as a deck boy and we lost touch, it was some years before I returned home and obviously during that time I'd changed, as no doubt had she. I wonder if she was listening to the same programme as me tonight, and if so, did the playing of this old song from our youth trigger the same bitter sweet memories in her.
For me, this evening, it was a Buddy Holly song, '' That'll be the day.'' I'm sure that many of you will be far too young to remember the singer of the song, but for me, just for a few minutes, I was a fifteen year old lad again. Feeling sorry for myself because my very first love had dumped me for another chap, name of Brynley,( I hated him.) Her name was Patricia and it was in those long ago days, when, at fifteen, holding hands was about as erotic as it got, although. I have to admit that she was also the first girl I ever kissed. With tightly pursed lips I hasten to add, none of that tongues stuff in those days of innocence.
We both were fans of Buddy, Patricia and I, his songs were probably a little too sweet and innocent for todays taste, but they summed up the feelings of youngsters in those less sophisticated days. I often wonder what became of her and if she has had as good a life as me, I hope so. Shortly after we split I left school and went off to sea as a deck boy and we lost touch, it was some years before I returned home and obviously during that time I'd changed, as no doubt had she. I wonder if she was listening to the same programme as me tonight, and if so, did the playing of this old song from our youth trigger the same bitter sweet memories in her.