1972. Box Hill High School. The art room was a kind of escape from all the crap going on in the school grounds. Art was an elective subject so only those kids who like art were in there. The pyschos who liked to lean over and destroy your artwork for fun had drifted off. One went to play football for hawthorn. At lunchtimes a few of us would be in the art room just hanging out while the teacher worked on her tye dyes and batik prints. And the music was generally loud. This song takes me back there because I remember first hearing it amongst the incense and colour.
1972 was a crap year. Nothing was going right and I hated school. My friends had kind of moved on and I was totally obsessed by music. But not the music my peers were listening to. They hated stuff like T. Rex. I loved it. Slade. No way. I grew my hair and the principal grabbed it one day and asked if it was a handle! Other kids were getting sharpie haircuts.
For a couple of months I crossed over Middlesborough Road to hang out with the sharpies. They dug my music but I after falling asleep in a telephone booth one night after drinking warm beer I knew it wasn't for me. So I began staying at home. But things were about to turn around. And thank god for my record player. and my ever expanding record collection.
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