<\/p>\n After my short holiday I went into town, as we called walking into Trowbridge in those days. There were two record shops then, both owned by the same company but in different locations as well as the stall in the market. They didn’t have the album cover I remembered in the racks so I had to order it. I really wanted this music. The snag was (and yes thank-you, I can hear the chorus of you just don’t LISTEN, do you?<\/em> from here) I couldn’t quite remember the name of the band. It was that\u00a0one that goes Dah dadada daaah da. You know the one.<\/p>\n Oh, that one. The guy behind the counter did know. He ordered it. It took a week in those days, but when I went in the next Saturday it was there. It was in a different cover, but there it was.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Until I got it home. I was 13. I’d never heard anything like Cream. It changed the way I thought about music. It certainly changed the way I thought about Bread. The Tales of Brave Ulysses<\/a> <\/em>wasn’t like anything we’d heard about in English, or Latin, come to that.<\/p>\n Sometimes, just sometimes, things get better when you don’t listen properly. But not often.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n![\"Bread.](\"http:\/\/writer-insighter.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/11\/Bread-300x297.jpg\")
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