Way back when, and I’m talking the mid-60s in Singapore, when my sister (who is ten years older than me) worked part time for an Army liaison officer, on base. She was part of a team who organised rock bands tours and, as a result, because of her work, I got to meet with some of the biggest musical bands of the era.

This included, at the time, over a 3 year period, bands such as The Rolling Stones, The Yardbirds (inc. Jimmy Page), the Walker Brothers, and later, Jimmy Page’s brand new band, Led Zeppelin. Then there was the Kinks, and Manfred Mann and later, Herman’s Hermits, with Peter Noone.

I can remember being in and around all these young up and coming rock stars of the day, dressed in my Sunday best, following my sister around as, star struck, she got autographs and propositioned to come on tour with them. I remember shaking hands and, at the very grown up age of 8, talking to various members of these bands like they were my older brother, asking about their mothers and family like we were all visiting together.

I often wonder what, if any, impression I left on any of them after our brief and sometimes, lengthy encounters. Especially as I had my photograph taken with any number of them. It would be fun to think that somewhere down the line, in a book, or museum, or on someone’s mantle piece, there’s me lurking in the background of a photo of a famous mega rock band who even now, are still rocking the world.

I wonder if my sister still has her collection of photos and autographs, along with probably some amazing memories?

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