Backtracking

Was invited out for drinks last night to celebrate the fiftysomethingth birthday of my old friend Dave Christopher, a very gifted songwriter, a mentor of mine long ago,with a McCartneyesque talent for melody.

StudioHe had said ‘no presents’ but lying on the couch after dinner it occured to me to transfer to CD various recordings I had of his songs from the 70s, particularly a set recorded in a studio (Radio Edinburgh I think it was called), the first time any of us had been in a studio. After trashing my room trying to find the appropriate cables, I arrived an hour late bearing the CD, which was a hit.
Here we are in 1976, before any of you were born, Dave, Greg McShane and me.