1967 was one kick-butt year.
I was 14 in 1967. Whata kickass year that was eh? Fourteen is a very vulnerable age for a boy. Not a child… but still child-like; not a ‘real’ teenager – too new at it still. Primed for anarchy, at the very least- rebellion.
We had the transistor radio. Maybe we weren’t exactly “mobile”, but our music was…and man, did we have music! It was like a sound explosion- Motown, Blues, Rock n Roll, the British Invasion, the Folk movement, Jazz…. (more…)