You Fill Up My Senses...

My long-standing and successful musical career was enabled by two childhood experiences.

My earliest musical memory is when I was 9 or 10 years of age. I was at school, in a music lesson, and I wasn't really paying too much attention because I was watching the flickering sun shimmering across the beautiful gingery hair of Sharon Sedgewick sitting in the chair in front of me. We were sitting in two semi-circles, girls at the front, boys at the back, learning to sing John Denver's 'Annie's Song'. Her strangley fascinating hair enticing me into some stupid misdemeanour. So, I was fiddling with her hair and she yelped. The teacher stopped everything and tried to tell her off for being disruptive with her silly girly noises so I put up my hand and said it was my fault, that I'd annoyed her. I'm abusive to the core. Thankfully, in those days, this wasn't a case for social service involvement and surprisingly I didn't end up on the sex offender register. I don't mean to minimise what I did, it was the devil's work and I deserved my punishment. Of course I felt by my gentlemanly conduct it should have received some mercy. Perhaps, even, she could have stepped in and said 'No, Sir, don't do it, I like him playing with my hair, it just tickled, spare him his punishment. If you must punish anyone punish me for having evocative hair!' Typically it didn't go like that because this isn't a song or a movie. In real life I got to sing this hideous song, without accompaniment, standing on a chair, to the teacher and my class.

If you're easily upset don't read this next bit.

In case you've forgotten the lyrics that I, a shy ten year old boy, got to sing, here they are.

You fill up my senses
like a night in the forest
like the mountains in springtime,
like a walk in the rain
like a storm in the desert,
like a sleepy blue ocean
you fill up my senses,
come fill me again.

Come let me love you,
let me give my life to you
let me drown in your laughter,
let me die in your arms
let me lay down beside you,
let me always be with you
come let me love you,
come love me again.

Again I'd like to say 'Don't worry, I blocked all that out and sang it like an angel to SS, who wept, and years later we had this story told on 'Our Tune' and the nation wept.

My other musical education was more formal. Out of all the exams I have even taken the only one I ever failed was Music CSE. You don't have to be Mozart to get a CSE. In the end they did away with them because they weren't worth anything, so failing one shows how little I know about music. It's not in my blood, or my family, or my genes.
CrookedMan CrookedMan
46-50
Jul 25, 2010