I was born in 1950. As far as music goes, that’s the winning ticket in the lottery of life.I was 13 when The Beatles arrived, 15 when Bob Dylan recorded Like A Rolling Stone, the music for my teenage dances was provided by Motown and Stax and I was 19 at the time of Woodstock.More importantly, I turned 21 in 1971, the year that produced more classic albums than any other year before or since. I’m sorry, but it’s true.I’m not talking about the kind of “classics” revered by blokes who hang about second hand record shops.
Source: Mirror Online
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