My Mother’s Records

The furthest abroad my mother ever got was to the Channel Islands on a family holiday in the 1960s, and later in life it was impossible to get her to step outside of West London, let alone England. But she had so many groovy sun n’ samba records like this I like to think that when she listened to them she dreamed of exotic locations, sandy beaches, the warm sun, and tanned hunks handing her chilled cocktails. But then it was back to the two kids and the council flat.

I’m not so contrarian that I’m going to claim this is better than The Beatles’ original, but this is the first version I knew so it always sounds to me like it’s the Fab Four who are doing the cover.

Download: The Fool On The Hill – Sergio Mendes & Brasil ’66 (mp3)

Something for the Weekend

My grandparents were big James Last fans, no idea what they would have made of this though.

Something for Le Weekend

You don’t need to see the Eiffel Tower in the background to know that this is French.

Something for the Weekend

I have an emotional attachment to this record going back to my childhood that I wrote about in the early days of this blog and I still get a bit choked up when those kids start singing “Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, is it true what mummy says, you won’t come back? Actually seeing them do it in this video is even worse — that little boy in the blazer!

I was playing it in the car the other day when from behind me my daughter started singing along “Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack…”. I swear I was overcome with such a wave of sentiment and happiness I thought I was going to cry for a minute.

Something for the Weekend

I’ve long thought this was one of those pop songs that were secretly about drugs but apparently it isn’t. Shame.

Something for the Weekend

I loved this song when I was kid because I thought it was literally about the fire brigade. I’m sure it’s actually about girls or sex but I’d rather stick to my my youthful illusions.

Something for the Weekend

It may be cold outside but inside our Brazil nuts are nice and warm.

Hot chocolate for everyone

I’ve never seen Privilege so I’m not sure what the significance of hot chocolate is, but out of context it does sound a bit silly and Python-esque and I keep imagining that Jean Shrimpton is thinking “Ooh, I love a man who drinks hot chocolate.”

Personally I’d rather have a cup of tea.

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The sentimental musings of an ageing expat in words, music, and pictures. Mp3 files are up for a limited time so drink them while they're hot. Contact me: lee at londonlee dot com





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