In the middle of the night, wide awake, I pondered something that has bothered me from time to time over the last 32 years. A song possibly attached to a videoclip that has travelled through my head since I was about 5 years old. Over the years I’ve tried to prompt other people into recalling it with me. You know, those drunken conversations:
‘Remember that song with the chick who just sang the chorus, bouncing on the spot…Baby it’s you…?’ ‘Yeah, yeah…and remember that weird song Crackerbox Palace?’
Well, no-one ever seemed to know what I was talking about…and given the title and my age at the time I recalled this ‘memory’ from, I had decided that perhaps it was all a figment of my very overactive 5 year old imagination, especially when I was prompted to sing it to jog people’s memories and I did and then they would laugh hysterically and I was scarred for life. But I digress. I also wondered not for the first or last time if maybe I was crazy.
In the middle of the night I realised with sudden clarity that I now have the tool to research and discover the depths of my craziness truth of all the mysterious memories that have haunted me for 30 something years…YouTube.
I don’t know when it came out ( I think I was around 5 or 6…which would be 1974 or 75) but George Harrison has always been my favorite Beatle, so this song and my memory of it makes perfect sense to me. And in seeing this video this morning, I feel like I’ve rediscovered a wonderful part of being a kid that I had completely forgotten. I’m not crazy. Bless you, George