Promotional(?) pic of Golden Earring
Radar Love, by Golden Earring was one of my favourites. Edgy, sexy, lots of tight trousers and long hair (and that was just me). Yummy. But did you know they were Dutch? And have you ever listened to their 1969 smash hit 'dong-dong-diki-digi-dong'? No? Well! Get ready. Go!
Golden Earring before Radar Love
Now, just in case, like me, you prefer Radar Love, here it is:
Radar Love (with psychedelic special effects)
When I hear this one I think of beer, boys drinking beer, spilled beer, beer bottles... you guessed it - the Students' Union bar. There it was. The already out-of-date jukebox with its eclectic selection of music that could brand a person with just one slip of the finger. Rock chick and cider drinker, blond hair and size 11 jeans (yes, there were in-between sizes in those days), I wouldn't be seen dead listening to David Soul or The Jackson 5. Oh, no! I was so cool I almost melted. (My words, not anyone else's.)
These days, having donned my sports bra and trainers, I start up a selection of music on my mp3 player that I use for jogging round the garden (every other day - I'm not a fanatic). Radar Love is for when I've survived the first ten minutes and want to up the ante and do a few random moves to startle my husband (he's usually up to his eyes in JAVA or C++ and not expecting my graceful form to hove into view). Then I go on to something like Madonna (I favour the William Orbit productions), The Black-eyed Peas (I Gotta Feeling), or Frankie Goes to Hollywood (Relax - of course). But I digress.
Just in case you were wondering whether Frans Krassenburg's hands are still 'wet on the wheel', I looked up what claims to be a recent picture for you:
I think that's Frans on the left.
And if that's not enough, you can find a complete history of this most wonderful of bands here:
Golden Earring for people much more interested than I am...
I had fun. Hope you did, too.
Until the next time...
Ah, Radar Love, Golden Earring. Still looking cool in a Dutch sort of way. Wow you must have a big garden to be able to jog around it! I have to resort to the byways of South Wales, like a bit of Jamiroquai, Black Sabbath, Florence and the Machine, Dream Theater, Steely Dan on the MP3. People look horrified when I sing along ...
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