by David #8 – ‘Black Is the Colour of My True Love Hair’ Published: 01 February 1965 14:51:55 February 1965, London Age 17, I start working at a record shop on Edgware Rd. near Marble Arch on Saturday mornings to earn pocket money. I want to know more about the-then mysterious Nina Simone and ask the ‘a-little-too-free-with-his-hands’ manager Mr. Green if w”e have any LPs by her. We have one in the jazz section, “Nina Simone At Town Hall. I take the sole copy, go into the little record booth which is set up for customers to preview records before they buy them. I drop the needle on the first track, ‘Black Is The Colour Of My True Love’s Hair’ and literally tears begin to roll down my cheeks… on some beyond-understanding level, Nina’s voice touches somewhere deep within me that my very soul recognises…. Tags: 1965 , Diary Comments (0) Comments Member User name First Name Last Name Gender Marital status City Country About Me Activities Last Activity: Comments: Ratings: Leave your comments here: Don't you have anything to say ? ;-) Invalid. Can't contain links. Name (required): What's your name? Invalid. Can't contain links. Email me about follow up comments Combined code from above:
by David #8 – ‘Black Is the Colour of My True Love Hair’ Published: 01 February 1965 14:51:55 February 1965, London Age 17, I start working at a record shop on Edgware Rd. near Marble Arch on Saturday mornings to earn pocket money. I want to know more about the-then mysterious Nina Simone and ask the ‘a-little-too-free-with-his-hands’ manager Mr. Green if w”e have any LPs by her. We have one in the jazz section, “Nina Simone At Town Hall. I take the sole copy, go into the little record booth which is set up for customers to preview records before they buy them. I drop the needle on the first track, ‘Black Is The Colour Of My True Love’s Hair’ and literally tears begin to roll down my cheeks… on some beyond-understanding level, Nina’s voice touches somewhere deep within me that my very soul recognises….