Daydream Believer.
I had one of those mixed conventional/unconventional families in the 60's. My Mum was a hippy gipsy girl from art school and my Kings College Cambridge scholarly Dad worked in the City. At first it was insuring for school fees then later Lloyds of London as an Underwriting agent. Though at one time he flipped burgers outside Wembley Stadium with a friend. Dad loved the new art world, his NY friends, Suzie Gablik and Marvin Cohen, called him 'Trendy'. My Dad loved the new artworld of the 60's 70's of David Hockney, Patrick Procktor and Patrick Hughes for a while but never ever went to check out new music with my Mum. Meanwhile my Mum would take me and my brother Giles to the Roundhouse to hear bands; early Pink Floyd, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, Van Morrison. Wish I could recall it, I had blasted glue ear. Me and my bro were hippy looking kids in our Afghan jackets in Chelsea in the holidays then other times we'd be in our Eaton House school outf...
I had one of those mixed conventional/unconventional families in the 60's. My Mum was a hippy gipsy girl from art school and my Kings College Cambridge scholarly Dad worked in the City. At first it was insuring for school fees then later Lloyds of London as an Underwriting agent. Though at one time he flipped burgers outside Wembley Stadium with a friend. Dad loved the new art world, his NY friends, Suzie Gablik and Marvin Cohen, called him 'Trendy'. My Dad loved the new artworld of the 60's 70's of David Hockney, Patrick Procktor and Patrick Hughes for a while but never ever went to check out new music with my Mum. Meanwhile my Mum would take me and my brother Giles to the Roundhouse to hear bands; early Pink Floyd, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, Van Morrison. Wish I could recall it, I had blasted glue ear. Me and my bro were hippy looking kids in our Afghan jackets in Chelsea in the holidays then other times we'd be in our Eaton House school outf...
its (1972) walking down the Kings Road or sneaking up onto the 19 or 22 double decker and hiding at the back on the top deck to avoid paying for our trip to Sloane Square. I was in a daze, sometimes nearly getting run over through my daydreaming on the Kings Road.
