and the only time we had alcohol in the house was Christmas: port & sherry.
I did my drinking in the pubs & clubs of 'town' (Manchester). This was 20 years before the Hacienda and the Madchester sound. Remember seeing John Mayall and the Bluesbreakers and Roy Harper at the Twisted Wheel. Roy's song 'Another Day' is one of the most beautiful evocations of life as a hippy in England, makes me cry.
Another Day
The kettle's on, the sun has gone
Another day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray
She's at the door, she wants to score
She dearly needs to say
I loved you a long time ago
Where the winds of forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn.t let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know.
But I wish that I had 'cause I need you so bad
I should have had one of your children.
And across the room inside a tomb
The chances wax and wane
The night is young, why are we so hung up
In each others chains?
I must make her, I must take her
While the dove domains
and feel the juice run as she flies
Run my winds under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn.
Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear
Sat here with ourselves in between us.
And at the door she can't say more
Than just another day
And without a sound
I turn around
And I walk away.
Songwriter: Roy Harper
