Music is my diary. When a familiar song is played it transports me to the place I was at, when that song was popular. For example, any song by Roy Orbison takes me to Hawthorn in Victoria. I answered a wanted ad in the Age newspaper for a housekeeper to clean and cook for four young business men.
They were all really nice people. Each had good solid jobs, and in their spare time, three of them had a music combo they played whenever they had a party. They often practiced after dinner at night, and one of the guys, his name was Gary, had a voice like Roy Orbison. In fact he had a similar look to Roy which he was happy to enhance.
We had many happy times while I worked for them. They were more like friends to me Roy’s music is just one of many songs in my diary.