The music of my life

THIS morning, when I switched on the radio, I was greeted by a familiar Johnny Cash song, A Boy Named Sue. Immediately, I was transported back to my childhood in rural Scotland. For it was there that I first heard that song, way back in 1969.

I can still remember the day my mother received a parcel in the post containing four long-playing gramophone records (or LPs as they were more commonly known). When she opened the package and laid out the contents on the kitchen table, I was confronted by names I’d never heard of before.