Music can dredge up long \u2013 and perhaps best – forgotten feelings in the oddest way.<\/p>\n
By chance I came across an old song that I haven\u2019t heard for \u2013 well, a long time. I was 13 when Helen Shapiro sang \u201cYou don\u2019t know\u201d. She was 14 and, as soon as I heard it, I knew I was in love. It didn\u2019t work out between us, but it did teach me something: the embarrassingly large succession of young ladies that my hormones made me fall in love with were all singers \u2013 yes, my wife is a singer.<\/p>\n
So when I heard this song, an ancient feeling stirred within; fortunately, I\u2019m not as keen on the hairstyle as I used to be.<\/p>\n
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Glenn Gould was obsessed with Petula Clark, something I used not to understood; he tried to rationalise it<\/a> with typical Gouldian cerebral over-indulgence. Now I know the real reason.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Music can dredge up long \u2013 and perhaps best – forgotten feelings in the oddest way. By chance I came across an old song that I haven\u2019t heard for \u2013 well, a long time. I was 13 when Helen Shapiro … Continue reading