Leaving On A Jet Plane

From a time when flying especially in a jet plane was still rare.

I remember age 11, in my first year at the new school, one of my class playing her guitar and singing this in our music lesson. The classroom had posters of Curved Air, and Simon and Garfunkel and a fabulous, young music teacher, with hair like Simon Rattle. And a passion for Petrushka; I can still see him now dancing slowly around the room while we listened to it.

About Noel G

My sites are a mélange. A collection; a library; a museum: of things I like, or find thought provoking. To make them easy for me to find if nothing else.

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