ANALYSIS: Postcards from the Edge of Musical Memories

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Byline: ROBIN FLETCHER

As a child of 1966, I have no right to claim that I remember the Sixties in any real detail.

Surprisingly however my recollections of 1968 and 1969 are extremely detailed - while I only have a vague memory of what I did last week.

Of the many things that stick in the grey matter, the Beatles feature twice.

First, I recall my mum buying the single of Hey Jude, which, as it was released on August 30, 1968, would have made me two-and-a-half.

Second, I also recall in the same year the film Yellow Submarine being released and the fact that being under the age of four I was not allowed to go to our local cinema to watch it.

To rub salt in that particular wound, the memory of my sister returning from the cinema crowing about how good it was will take many years to fade.

Despite these clear snapshots, I do not recall the release of Sgt Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band in 1967.

I do, however, remember my introduction to that seminal album in the autumn of 1976 by a friend from school.

The effect on me was instant and far-reaching. And I would probably think about taking the final track, Day in the Life, as my one record if I am ever invited on Desert Island Discs (unlikely).

Today my musical tastes are pretty eclectic and by no means dominated by the Fab Four.

But, some things in music matter more than others - which is why I raise a glass in honour of Sgt Pepper as he reaches the grand old age of 40 (I wonder if I will feel the same when he's 64?)

Talking of the Beatles, I recently read Ringo Starr's Postcards from the Boys, in which he shares his collection of postcards sent to him by John, Paul and George. …