I was there and you're mostly wrong.I wasn’t around for either decade but the threat of imminent world destruction from the USA and USSR wouldn’t exactly have been a good time to be alive.
Like Roger Daltry said; “No wonder so many good bands came out in the 60s. When you’ve got three days to live, you just go for it and come out with something nobody ever would in any normal times.”
Manchester was grim as fuck n’all. They pulled down all those beautiful terraced houses that just needed sprucing up like they’ve done to many terraces in the last decade
and they replaced them with rubble for years on end
and eventually the shittest looking housing stock known to man.
Hulme looked like Hiroshima after they knocked down all the houses
and then looked like something from behind the Iron Curtain when they threw those flats up
By the time the early 1980s came along, Manchester had never looked so bad in its history. What people did to this city in the 1960s and 70s was fucking criminal. The buildings were a disgrace.
My Mother grew up in Moss Side and she said it used to be a nice area. She said almost over night it went from being nice clean place to being a sea of rubble and having cars burnt out regularly and mattresses and sofas regularly left in ginnels. Then by the mid-70s she said it was a hell hole. She had prostitutes on her street 7 nights a week and there were regular muggings.
The houses they pulled down were slums that needed tearing down, outside toilets and infestations of every kind of vermin. Weirdly though it was a happy time for most even though we were genuinely piss poor.I was there and you're mostly wrong.
The 60's and 70's were a period of genuine optimism, mostly full employment and year on year rising standard of living. Those beautiful terraced houses! You're having a laugh! We all wanted them gone. My family would have done anything to get a flat, away from the damp cramped shit holes and into to a centrally heated home with an indoor toilet and a bath.
As for the Cuban missile crisis, it didn't worry folk too much in Lower Broughton.
My family was piss poor, but they valued a good education for their kids. In 1975 I went to university with a grant and my fees paid!The houses they pulled down were slums that needed tearing down, outside toilets and infestations of every kind of vermin. Weirdly though it was a happy time for most even though we were genuinely piss poor.
Mould, those old terraces were full of it, dampness and mould.The houses they pulled down were slums that needed tearing down, outside toilets and infestations of every kind of vermin. Weirdly though it was a happy time for most even though we were genuinely piss poor.
Not one you'd have heard of but very successful all the same. Both my parents were singers and had a showband.The two of them plus my sister and me and a backing band,aptly named Family Affair.Even though it was the "hippy" period,show bands were still big business and we regularly worked five nights a week for about ten years,good money and adults doing all the hard work!!My interests were always towards the folk-rock genre and later on I moved more in that direction,and went on to work with Martin Carthy,Dick Gaughan,Julie Felix,Jake Thackeray among others too numerous to mention.woah,you cant leave it at that, spill the beans, name the band
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