~ Growing Without Roots ~

My childhood was amazing and unique. In fact, it ruined my life in many ways. I remember when I was seven, listening to the radio in my parents' room in Australia, eyes closed, lying on the rug with my head on a pillow, the sound of the branches and leaves blowing in the wind outside. I wondered, is this a dream and I am still in Australia? Will I wake up and be able to do it all differently? Or is this my life and my memories will always be an albatross around my neck?

1967 The Troggs

The Troggs
(Chris on left, Reg on right)

I saw The Troggs at the Olympia in Paris and went backstage, as I always did.

Reg (singer) told me to come to their hotel and hang out. He said he wasn't allowed to tell me the name of the hotel though. Then he started singing "California Here I Come" (it was the Hotel California on the Champs Elysees, of course).

When I went to the hotel, they were hanging out in the lobby with a bunch of people, they were hysterical. I think I laughed straight for 3 hours. At one point, one of them (Chris) pulled the chair out just as Reg (who was not skinny) was about to sit down and he fell on his ass He was a good sport. They were great guys. Reg died in 2013.

Hotel California, Champs Elysees, Paris