Music That Means Something Challenge – Day 2 – Brown Sugar – The Rolling Stones

Sue Vincent kindly nominated me for this challenge.  Music that Means Something to You which entails posting a song a day with the reasons behind your choice… this might include the lyrics or the style of music or perhaps an event that this piece reminds you of.

To read how it should be done here is Sue’s Day 1 – with the music and profound lyrics of Leonard Cohen.

The rules of the challenge are simple:
Post a song a day for five consecutive days.
Post what the lyrics mean to you. (Optional)
Post the name of the song and a video.
Nominate 1 or 2 bloggers each day of the challenge.

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Today I nominate Paul Andruss who writes fabulous posts on some of the iconic music legends such as David Bowie.. I am hoping that he can handle five posts along with his massive work load but if not one or two will be more than sufficient!

Paul is my guest tomorrow in the book reading at the cafe and will be looking forward to all your questions..

The twist in the challenge is that the lyrics should mean something….

I was looking for an excuse to recycle some of my Music Memories from 2015.. so the following may be familiar to some of you.

Last week I paid tribute to my first full time boss Roland Phillips who instilled in me a very robust work ethic.

1972 had been a challenging year at work as we were without electricity frequently during the miner’s strike. However, I worked hard I also played hard and dancing was very high on the agenda and I was blessed with amazing friends and social life.

Having gone through a tough breakup of my first serious romance by mid-year I was not interested in having a boyfriend. Luckily for me, the crowd that I socialised with included quite a few really charming young naval officers who were good friends. They were happy to have a date for functions and head out to meals and dances as a group.

Apart from Tuesday and Thursday nights at the Nuffield Club, which is now part of Portsmouth University, there were opportunities to don evening dresses and attend mess functions and Summer Balls. I remember that summer as being very therapeutic.

Music of 1972 was a strange mix. In the UK, one of the top tracks of the year was Amazing Grace by The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards followed by Mouldy Old Dough by Lieutenant Pigeon, Without You by Nilsson, I’d Like To Teach The World To Sing by the New Seekers and Mother of Mine by Neil Reid.

Great songs but I was into dance in a big way and loved nothing better than flinging myself around the dance floor with abandon. This led to a rather unfortunate incident whilst I was dancing to my all-time favourite track Brown Sugar by the Rolling Stones.

One of the new hair fashion trends at the time  was the forerunner of today’s extensions. A long half wig was attached to a wide black velvet band and turned you into a blonde siren in about five minutes… I saved up and bought one of these early fascinators and proudly walked in to the Nuffield Club one evening.

Part way through the night and Brown Sugar begins to belt out and a tall good looking young man saunters over and invites me to dance. I was delighted to accept and prepared to do justice to the music.

At this point I need to describe the dance floor. Not overly large but the ceiling was supported by a number of posts that were positioned at the edges of the space, which by now is heaving with Rolling Stones fans.

I was giving it all I had, flinging my new, long blonde locks around as I twirled and shimmied. Suddenly, I noticed that my dance partner was looking rather strangely at me. This gave me pause for thought and I looked around to see what might be the cause of his consternation. Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of something attached to one of the aforementioned posts.

Caught halfway up the pillar was my hairpiece hanging limply from a nail protruding from the wood. The fact that my long blonde hair was no longer on my head had ramifications. It meant that I was standing on a crowded dance floor with my own hair enclosed in a rolled up stocking held on with hair clips.

There was a hasty dash across the dance floor to the dying notes of the Rolling Stones, a quick grab of the hair and off to the ladies for a good cry and a regroup. Needless to say I flogged the hairpiece the next day to an unsuspecting girlfriend for £1.

I still have Brown Sugar on my playlist and is on my treadmill programme. I cannot help but burst out laughing whenever it comes up.

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Previous posts in this challenge.

Thank you for dropping in and hopefully see you tomorrow with another of the songs that mean something to me. Sally


22 thoughts on “Music That Means Something Challenge – Day 2 – Brown Sugar – The Rolling Stones

  1. Omgggggg you crack me up Sal. You painted a great scenario here. I could just visualize it. I’m sorry for laughing, but come on, hindsight, I’m sure you can now laugh too. LOL 🙂 xoxo

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