2. T. RexElectric Warrior
Dad was a fighter pilot in the United States Air Force. He would be stationed in a new location, somewhere on earth, every four years. In my early teens we lived on base at Upper Heyford in Oxfordshire, England. That was a good time to live in Ol’ Blighty; Slade, Queen, The Sweet, Led Zeppelin, Bowie, Roxy Music, Suzi Quatro and T. Rex! A few blocks from our house was a nicely wooded, grassy park that I would occasionally pitch a tent in and “camp” overnight. It made me feel pretty independent and responsible to not be inside the security of my parents’ home. On one of my tented excursions I was laying in my ‘cowboys and Indians’ print sleeping bag listening to Electric Warrior on my ultra modern portable eight-track player when I was startled by a “hello?” at my tent flap. It was the ‘new girl’ whose family had just moved in down the street. She told me that she looooved T-Rex and that she desperately wanted to meet Marc Bolan. We munched on Golden Wonder crisps and talked about Top Of The Pops. I unsuccessfully tried to convince her that Slade were better than all the other singing groups. After a while we opened my sleeping bag as wide as it goes, got under it and made out. Not with tongues or anything icky like that, just sorta smished our closed mouths on each other while Marc Bolan told us that life is a gas.
