Charles Spencer

Music therapy

My son turned to me in the car the other day, and observed, ‘This is the band you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it, Dad?

issue 21 March 2009

My son turned to me in the car the other day, and observed, ‘This is the band you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it, Dad?

My son turned to me in the car the other day, and observed, ‘This is the band you’ve been waiting for, isn’t it, Dad?’ Playing on the car’s CD player, at a volume that would have led my wife to accuse me of deliberately trying to deafen our own child had she been present, was Focus Level by a New York group called Endless Boogie. My God, they hit the spot.

There’s a lovely story about the disc jockey John Peel having to pull over into a lay-by and have a good cry when he first heard ‘Teenage Kicks’ by The Undertones, because its evocation of teenage lust and the sheer euphoric joy of great pop music were so pure and exciting.

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