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They watched till he'd gone beyond the World War
II observation tower and into the next field and disappeared.
The boys in the tree had more important things
on their minds. They were about to change their world. For one of
them, the black and white of post-war Britain was slowly changing
to colour. Particularly salmon pink, the colour of the Fender guitar
wielded by one Hank B. Marvin. He'd wanted a guitar since seeing
Tommy Steele in a movie. Back then it was a pop singer's main accessory
and he'd already decided against a career in train driving. The
rumour was steam trains were about to be replaced by diesel and
electricity and pop singing now seemed a far more attractive proposition.
Months of nagging had produced a blue and white toy ukelele at Christmas,
but this had failed to do the job and all attempts at customising
the thing had returned the instrument once again to kit form.
Then an event, a major major event had occurred
the following February. On a Sunday night. The reality of becoming
a pop singer was beginning to look doubtful. A playground accident
had left him with a broken front tooth and a bout of ringworm, allegedly
caught from a dog, had spread into his eyes leaving him with what
seemed like a life-time destined to peer out at the world from behind
round rimmed, wire earred National Health glasses. And although
more and more singers were starting to appear in newspapers and
magazines, none wore rimmed National Health glasses. Hank Marvin
was the only role model. Until that Sunday night. On Sunday nights
in the late fifties, and indeed throughout most of the sixties,
there was a live TV variety show, "Sunday Night at the London Pall adium".
The usual variety fare, a circus act, maybe a
comedian or two,a magician, a novelty act and every so often … a
pop act. This particular February Sunday, at the end of the show
the compere raised his arm to the wings, as he always did, and said,
"All the way from the USA … BUDDY HOLLY AND THE CRICKETS!".
He'd sat stunned. There was a guy singing, in
glasses, with a Fender guitar … and he really rocked … life was
never going to be the same again. The need to own a Fender Stratocaster
had taken on a new urgency.
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