What had he become?  Was he a true artist or had the public entered into a phase of blind worship that made everything he did turn to gold -- even if it was pure junk? That question plagued and bothered this proud Englishman.

The young man, for his own piece of mind, needed to find out if his popularity was based on talent, or if it was merely an illusion and part of a runaway roller coaster ride. The Englishman decided that the best thing to do, to measure his artistry in his chosen medium of music, was to annonymously write a song for someone else. If he could write a song, under an assumed name, and it was popular for someone else, then maybe he was the real thing -- a true artist.

This Englishman, and his three friends from the old neighborhood, would not record this song. It would be hands off for those guys. That would not be a valid experiment anyway. Instead, he would give the song to another recording artist and see how the song fared on the charts. 

Before long, the song was complete and he had the experiment all figured out. He would give the song, as a gift, to his girlfriend's brother, Peter, and his singing partner, Gordon. The youngsters were having some modicum of success on the pop charts. The song, written by our mystery man, was called Woman. The songwriter, on paper, was a man named Bernard Webb. The song sounded like this.

The song was a smash and, if you were alive in 1966, you might have seen Peter and Gordon on TV.

So do you know the identity of Bernard Webb? If so, pat yourself on the back. If not, click here for the startling revelation. Actually, click there whether you know or not, it is a good link.

Please let us know if you were able to unravel this bit of musical nostalgia.

Steven L. Smith

Bellingham WA Home Inspections