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.
In 1969, everyone was raving about the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Creedence Clearwater Revival and the like. I doubt if many other Scottish 11-year-olds had heard of singers like Johnny Cash, Slim Whitman, Guy Mitchell and Patsy Cline.
