Such wonderful memories. When Graham died, I secured a flat in Mosman Junction with Sue, Diane, Denise, Sandy, Zorba, Elaine and Brian. I drifted away from the Cremorne crew, having no contact at all since the late 60s. My time at Cremorne started with a chance meeting at Surf City, Darlinghurst Road, Kings Cross.
King's Cross Theatre, situated in Darlinghurst Road,had been converted into a music venue. It was the brain child of John Harrigan .. it was, SURF CITY! The resident band were The Atlantics, Harrigan was keen to cash in on the surfing craze. However, Britain had other ideas.
The Atlantics were usurp by Billy Thorpe and the Aztecs, and they did mainly British covers, or so we believed. More on this in my SURF'S UP. Surf City was invaded by 'mods'. It was New Year's Eve, 1964, I found myself dancing with a rather energetic pom, I took quite a shine to him and was keen to go to a party at his house the following day. 'Graham' lived with a crew of English migrants in Glover Street, Cremorne, a lovely old terrace. The boys had recently arrived in Australia on theBig Brother Movement.
From the street I could see a female seated in the centre of the room, Graham's bedroom, as I was later to learn. As she rose, her waist length hair swished around her. The front door opened and she passed us by. Her name was Roma, she dwarfed us with her sophistication. We approached the door, and were ushered in. Hovering together, we were greeted, as if on cue by
.. she's a humdingerrr, folk singerr '
we ventured intrepidly down the hallway towards the strains...
Bob Dylan's talents had not yet been unleashed onto the mainstream music scene in Australia. Blowing his harmonica and pickin' on his guitar, as clear as all heck. Except for Peter Paul and mary and the Rooftop Singers ("Walk Right In"), I had never heard such a raw sound. Such a young voice saying it like it was, not some mushy pop song. A whole new world opened up to me and for the first time in my life I felt like I was in the right spot at the right time. Over the years, we empathized with Bob Dylan, and seethed with him in "Masters of War". He astounded us with his astute story telling in "Talking World War 111" and "Hard Rains A-Gonna Fall" and he blew us away with "Oxford Town". I taught this tune to my young sister, she was seven. She still sings it, laughs and thanks me.
The days and weeks were spent listening to Bob Dylan. Graham had Dylans three albums, John Lee Hooker, Muddy Waters, Leadbelly, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGee, Broonzy, Dave Van Ronk and Donovan.
TO BE CONT
Denise Tsolakis, Sandy and Rhonda Nolan lived nearby in The Britanic (a grand mansion overlooking on the Harbour, not unlike the home of the Adam's family), The Britannic. Denise and I had attended Darlinghurst Public School together!
Graham Richards, Pat Crowe, Keith Longman, Barry Glover, Cliff Bowles, Rick Debenham, Mick Adams, Malcolm, Regular Ivor, Roger and Sue, Dave Burrows, John 'Twig' Twigdom, Dal (Del) Turner from Buffalo, Greg 'Bear' Hill, Jed, Sandy and Rhonda, Lucie Hedman, Margot Edwards, Dave Burrows, Noddy, Roma, Bruce, Zorba, Robin Wade and Denise Tsolakis
"Hi it's me Shane Hannah, My mother is Denise Tsolakis and I have been trying to track you down for Sandy Adams .. I googled found the name Lynne Best and found you. My mum identified you, I am married with three kids and just left Theological College to attend UWS to be a teacher of English and Ancient History. I am 41. Sandy is English and I gather was a mutual friend ... had a Greek boyfriend. Do you remember my mum Denise? ... Shane Hannah"
"Hi Lynne!, I hope you are our Lynne from Miller St. ?? I feel sure you are the Lynne we have all been looking for over the years. I stumbled on your great 60s and beyond entry on the web last week and have just received this site from Sandy (Adams) Have much to tell you and would love to hear what you have been up to. Good to see you are living in one of my favourite areas, have been to Byron in particular, many times. love Keith Longman."
Hi Lynne, How wonderful it was to see the ‘Cremorne’ photos and all those familiar faces. Keith rang to tell me to google Barry Glover and in doing so your information came up, a real blast from the past.