I first came across Marc Bolan when I heard my best friend’s older brother playing Tyrannosaurus Rex’s third album Unicorn. I was instantly smitten by this unworldly voice, warbling incomprehensible lyrics to chords bashed out on an old acoustic, accompanied by fevered bongos and tinkling pixiephone.
The few words I understood hinted at arcane secrets. It was just the thing to fire up an awkward 10 year-old; yet to discover pop music but already a precocious reader of science fiction and fantasy, and American comics. At that moment, I knew all I wanted to be was a hippie; and Sorcerer Supreme, if Doctor Strange was anything to go by. Not entirely irreconcilable goals, I might add.
With LPs like ‘My People were Fair and had Sky in their Hair, but now they’re Content to wear Stars on their Brows’ or ‘Prophets, Seers, Sages, the Angels of the Ages’ and ‘A Beard of Stars’ what was there not to like?
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