I remember back to the summer of 1966 here in Bellingham, WA. That was the year that I first started paying attention to the radio. Prior to 1966, about the only exposure I had to music was my folks watching Lawrence Welk or Sing-A-Long with Mitch Miller. I much preferred Friday Night at the Fights to those shows.
Then, in January of 1966, I saw a radio station live on-site remote broadcast at a downtown Bellingham store and, from that point forward, I got interested in pop and rock music, synonymous with one another at that time. Little did I know, back then, that I would have a 30 year broadcasting career.
The summer of 1966 was hot. I remember, several times, a friend and I went out to Lake Samish. We would go out there and swim on the hot days. The sunshine made me feel like superman.
But, before we got in the water, we made sure that we had our transistor radio blaring on the private dock. The radio was playing the Beatles, the Supremes, the Dave Clark Five, Sam the Sham, the Beach Boys and all of the big 60's bands.
One song I remember hearing often, when I would come up for air, was by a British solo artist. I never really understood, to tell you the truth, what the song was about. But it certainly involved drug use and lots of psychedelic references that were over the head of a 13 year old.
The song was released in the USA in July. It topped the charts, for one week, in September. It knocked the Lovin' Spoonful out of #1 and then, the next week, the Supremes bounced this Brit down to the #2 position. It is interesting to note that, in the studio version of the song, Jimmy Page, made famous with Led Zeppelin, did the guitar work.
You know the drill, to hear the song performed by the original artist, you are going to have to change channels on the vintage television. Lawrence will never forgive you for doing so, but go ahead and change channels anyway.