Back in the sixties one of the few places you could hear pop records played properly loud was at the fairground.
As the ride began the sideburned blokes who took the money on the waltzer or the dodgems would drop a blunt stylus on a scratched 45 of the latest hit.
Because not many cars had radios in those days the magical combination of music and movement was a rare thrill. It was particularly thrilling when it was getting dark, the smell of candy floss and beer hung in the air and the slightly slutty girls leaned back on the rails chewing along to the sound of The Ronettes singing “Be My Baby”.
Cue Bongo as aforementioned sideburned bloke, ably assisted by that geezer out of East Enders.
ReplyDeleteAnd in the 1970s, fairgrounds were one of the few places where you'd see or hear 8 Track cartridges. Another place you'd see them was on excursion coaches.
ReplyDeleteThis went on well into the seventies. I remember one year the fair came to town, the only record the waltzers seemed to play was Love is the Drug by Roxy Music. Every time I hear it I'm instantly taken back that place and time.
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