Lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer.

Joan Griffiths

I often look at people of my generation and wonder if they realise or even remember the halcyon days of their youth. For myself, I believe we lived our youth in the very best of times. We were witness to so many radical changes in beliefs and ideals, not the least being the revolutionary advent in the music industry of ‘Rock ‘n Roll’. It began with Bill Haley and the Comets and their hit release ‘Rock Around the Clock’ and just rock ‘n rolled on from there.

 A whole new world was opened up for teenagers everywhere as, for the first time, we had our very own style of music, music we could dance to and songs sung by vocalists we all wished we could emulate. Those rock bands became our role models!

 Who among my generation has forgotten such names as Fabian, Del Shannon, Little Richard and Jerry Lee Lewis and his “Great Balls of Fire’? No longer did we have to listen to the music of the previous generation. We now had a choice and Bing Crosby and his crooners were not on our list.

Now there were records of the music of such unforgettable names as Buddy Holly and the Crickets, The Big Bopper, The Platters, the Everly Brothers, Cliff Richard and The Shadows. And they are still available, albeit on CD.

 And what about the great songs of Dusty Springfield, Pat Boone, Procol Harem and their ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’ plus others too numerous to mention that are played on the radio every day. Recently I heard a real blast from the past, Tab Hunter singing his one and only hit song, ‘Young Love’.

Whenever I hear these songs of long ago I am immediately transported back in time to those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer!