11.Children of the Revolution by T. Rex 1972

Before Bowie, there was T. Rex. I used to buy the NME weekly from a newsagent in Box Hill. I would ride my bike from Blackburn South to Box Hill every Saturday Morning to pick up my copy which was always 6 weeks late due to shipping. One week when Marc Bolan was on the cover I was so eager to read the article I started reading it while riding my bike. Not a good idea! I plowed into a parked car and came off with the handlebars at a wacky angle to the front wheel. And I tore the picture of Marc. 

Crap! I straightened the wheel and with sore knees, I rode on to my mate's Alan's house in Blackburn North.
I was the only one I knew who liked T. Rex at Box Hill High. The other music heads thought they were crap and a teenybopper band. They were listening to Focus for god's sake. This single made me feel I was part of something. Glam rockers. Part of a new revolution. Glam meant everything to me cos it meant nothing to anybody else I knew. Brilliant!