THE SECOND RECORDING STUDIO IN THE WORLD:

 

One day, in the summer term of ’69 the old firm, 

Atty, Mark, Andy M, Willie G & me were given a 

tape recorder in Music class & told to write the

score for a poem. You have to understand, this 

was an extraordinary task to be set in a school 

which was perceived as being no more than a feeder 

for the farms & factories & in no way ever 

misconstrued as being progressive in it’s teaching 

practises. Here, however, on this one day, we 

encountered a glitch, a doorway into a parallel 

universe & we ran through it beaming. 

“We’ll need a recording studio, somewhere quiet!”

“How about the chair cupboard in Assembly?”

So, on a hot summer day, we emptied hundreds of 

chairs out of the cupboard & set about 

scoring our poem.

 

(K)