The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

22 February 2003

It was forty years ago today

Over at Fragments from Floyd, Fred remembers the pop music of 1963 and how — and, perhaps more important, why — it's stayed with him all these years.

It's still a presence in my corner of the world also, but while wondrous things were going on in pop — Spector's Wall of Sound was at its highest and thickest, the Beach Boys were fusing group harmony to Chuck Berry licks, girl groups were everywhere, and Motown was reinventing R&B — I've always felt that one of the biggest musical stories of 1963 was the one that didn't happen at all.

And just what the hell is that supposed to mean? The answer is in this week's neatly-combed edition of The Vent.

Posted at 1:50 PM to Tongue and Groove


On that cold winter day a dejected me, all of 10 and about to become 11, walked something like 19 miles round trip in the snow to buy "Meet The Beatles" because my folks refused to get out in the weather to take me. When I arrived I found only 4 or 5 copies left and was very glad I had made the trip :)

Posted by: ms7168 at 3:38 AM on 23 February 2003

Uphill both ways, right?

I didn't start buying albums until late 1965, mainly due to the fact that to afford a bunch of LPs, I had to mow every lawn on the block three times a week, but eventually I managed to wangle most of the canonical Beatles vinyl.

Posted by: CGHill at 9:42 AM on 23 February 2003

All the above is why I was listening to Sonny Terry, Elmore James, John Lee Hooker, Albert King, Son House, Howlin' Wolf, Sonny Boy Williamson, BB King, and James Brown *G*

Posted by: feste at 7:00 PM on 24 February 2003

And I bet you still do, too. :)

Posted by: CGHill at 8:02 AM on 25 February 2003