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Nice to think back on happier days, Sharingan and Arwyn.
I guess the world was a simpler place then - at least up north where life was hard - and we didn't want things we knew we couldn't have!
So when you said 'for better or worse' - well you really meant it.
Just being honest with each other and pulling together -what else to make you happy? None of todays must have this , must have that.
Sorry if I sound like a boring old bloke.
Nice to be with friends.
I guess the world was a simpler place then - at least up north where life was hard - and we didn't want things we knew we couldn't have!
So when you said 'for better or worse' - well you really meant it.
Just being honest with each other and pulling together -what else to make you happy? None of todays must have this , must have that.
Sorry if I sound like a boring old bloke.
Nice to be with friends.
Standing on top of a high cliff in Barbados overlooking the airport and firstly hearing Concorde taking off on the runway below, then the absolutely amazing moment which will stay with us both for the rest of our lives - the sight and sound of Concorde taking off over the sugar plantation at the bottom of the cliff then directly over our heads! It was so close I actually fell to my knees! It was a heart stopping moment and we managed to get it on video, perhaps understandably a little shaky!!! We play it back on full volume to impress our friends! Wonderful plane, never should have been scrapped!
Lovely subject, this, and some great answers.
For me, I can narrow it down to something that can’t have lasted more than 5 seconds, and the only way to do it justice here is to give a bit of background to what led up to it.
In the mid-1980s I lived in Birmingham where an old friend (at University there) and I had formed a band, and we had a singer/keyboard player called Kath. She was in a relationship which was slowly failing and, over the months that followed getting the band together, we gradually became quite close as friends. Our drummer moonlighted a bit with another band, and one night Kath and I went to watch them. We were sitting next to each other – just friends, remember – when Kath suddenly became a bit tearful and went off to the ladies. I didn’t know what the problem might be, although I guessed that maybe she and her boyfriend had had a row or something. But when she returned and sat down she was pretty upfront, saying that she had developed very strong feelings for me. I was thrilled to say the least – Kath was gorgeous – but it was difficult. Forget her current relationship; hooking up with someone in the band had the potential for disaster, and there was also the fact that (as it turned out) our drummer was in love with her too, although it wasn’t mutual. I could see only future turmoil. In fact that’s what eventually happened, but that’s a future point we won’t reach here.
The guitarist (the old friend) and I were renting a big house in, I think, the Bearwood area of Birmingham, and one room on the first floor was our recording studio. This was the pre-computer age, so all the recording gear was analogue; reel-to-reel 8-track recorder, massive Seck mixing desk, effects units, drum machine, cassette decks etc, and this room was effectively the only one actively used during the day/evening. And this event I’m talking about happened around Christmas, so this studio room was also the one with the Christmas tree; it’s where we had the TV as well. So, despite the fact that it was basically just a big square room with a high ceiling, with all the recording gear LEDs and the lights on the tree and the gas fire and TV flickering away in the corner, it was astonishingly cosy.
The guitarist, drummer, Kath and I were all there on this particular evening, sitting downstairs in the lounge, and by this time it was apparent that something could be about to happen with Kath and I. but there must have been something odd about the conversation between the four of us because I decided that at that moment I preferred to go upstairs and, well, be alone. So went up there, switched on the TV, turned its volume down and pressed PLAY on whatever cassette I had loaded into the system at the time.
Kath came up, closed the door behind her, sat next to me. I have no precise memory of what we began talking about but, as it was December and pretty cold, we sat on the floor close to the gas fire. Kath was wearing jeans or casual trousers (can’t remember) and a very chunky jumper with a high neck. We were talking about something and it was probably about us, and then there was a pause. During that pause, something on the TV caught my attention and I turned my head to look. And the 5 seconds begins.
Kath brought her hand up to my chin and turned my face so that I was looking into her eyes. It was that touch, and what was in her eyes, that will live with me forever. Even now, I find it hard to believe that, on their own, someone’s eyes can convey so much… longing? It was more than that and I’m not going to try to describe it.
But I could relive those 5 seconds a million times and never tire of it.
The relationship went nowhere and the band only survived because we managed to find a new singer. But in terms of replayable moments, I’ll take those 5 seconds above anything else that’s ever happened in my life.
For me, I can narrow it down to something that can’t have lasted more than 5 seconds, and the only way to do it justice here is to give a bit of background to what led up to it.
In the mid-1980s I lived in Birmingham where an old friend (at University there) and I had formed a band, and we had a singer/keyboard player called Kath. She was in a relationship which was slowly failing and, over the months that followed getting the band together, we gradually became quite close as friends. Our drummer moonlighted a bit with another band, and one night Kath and I went to watch them. We were sitting next to each other – just friends, remember – when Kath suddenly became a bit tearful and went off to the ladies. I didn’t know what the problem might be, although I guessed that maybe she and her boyfriend had had a row or something. But when she returned and sat down she was pretty upfront, saying that she had developed very strong feelings for me. I was thrilled to say the least – Kath was gorgeous – but it was difficult. Forget her current relationship; hooking up with someone in the band had the potential for disaster, and there was also the fact that (as it turned out) our drummer was in love with her too, although it wasn’t mutual. I could see only future turmoil. In fact that’s what eventually happened, but that’s a future point we won’t reach here.
The guitarist (the old friend) and I were renting a big house in, I think, the Bearwood area of Birmingham, and one room on the first floor was our recording studio. This was the pre-computer age, so all the recording gear was analogue; reel-to-reel 8-track recorder, massive Seck mixing desk, effects units, drum machine, cassette decks etc, and this room was effectively the only one actively used during the day/evening. And this event I’m talking about happened around Christmas, so this studio room was also the one with the Christmas tree; it’s where we had the TV as well. So, despite the fact that it was basically just a big square room with a high ceiling, with all the recording gear LEDs and the lights on the tree and the gas fire and TV flickering away in the corner, it was astonishingly cosy.
The guitarist, drummer, Kath and I were all there on this particular evening, sitting downstairs in the lounge, and by this time it was apparent that something could be about to happen with Kath and I. but there must have been something odd about the conversation between the four of us because I decided that at that moment I preferred to go upstairs and, well, be alone. So went up there, switched on the TV, turned its volume down and pressed PLAY on whatever cassette I had loaded into the system at the time.
Kath came up, closed the door behind her, sat next to me. I have no precise memory of what we began talking about but, as it was December and pretty cold, we sat on the floor close to the gas fire. Kath was wearing jeans or casual trousers (can’t remember) and a very chunky jumper with a high neck. We were talking about something and it was probably about us, and then there was a pause. During that pause, something on the TV caught my attention and I turned my head to look. And the 5 seconds begins.
Kath brought her hand up to my chin and turned my face so that I was looking into her eyes. It was that touch, and what was in her eyes, that will live with me forever. Even now, I find it hard to believe that, on their own, someone’s eyes can convey so much… longing? It was more than that and I’m not going to try to describe it.
But I could relive those 5 seconds a million times and never tire of it.
The relationship went nowhere and the band only survived because we managed to find a new singer. But in terms of replayable moments, I’ll take those 5 seconds above anything else that’s ever happened in my life.
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