Night of The Round Table

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My creative practice informs my self, and my self informs my creative practice. It is all a matter of perspective and how closely you look, listen and reflect…
Page, David L. “Night of the Round Table (Perspectives of an artists subject)” ©David L Page 1991
– ©David L Page 10/05/1991
– updated ©David L Page 28/11/2015
Copyright: No aspect of the content of this blog or blog site is to be reprinted or used within any practice without strict permission directly from David L Page.
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Memory – Age 17 – 19 Part 2

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This is another recollection of what I consider to have been a significant period in my life, when I was Age 17 – 19 Part 2.

Bouncing off walls….

Work

I was developing well in my role as an apprentice , but I found that I was actually very good within the management side of running the service department office. Due to the management style (see Leadership Part 1 blog re organisational management styles), there was a lot of staff turnover at the company I was doing my apprenticeship at. I was now just over half way through my apprenticeship, and I was now the second longest serving member of the service department. I found I was spending as much time in the office helping run the service department, rather than being out of the tools learning about the trade. This was not a conscious choice – more of something that seemed to naturally happen. Telephones were riding, and as we were under staffed, I would just pick up the phone to take a message. Then one thing led to another. I would take an order. I would be asked to follow up, and then the people assisting me at the other end of the phone at one of three (3) manufacturers of Renault Australia, Peugeot Australia or Citroen Australia would call back and ask for me. Soon I was getting to know them, and given that I was also well trained by all three manufacturers in specialist training, I noticed I had developed reputation for both knowledge and reliability.
Assisting on the phones, then gravitated to dealing with customers. Customers would call to make service appointments for their cars, and then when they arrived on the day, they would want to speak to me about what we have previously spoken about. Then once the customers returned to collect their cars, they again would look for me.
It seemed they found it easy to talk to me, and perhaps someone who listened to their issues, and then followed through to make sure their issues were addressed; or if those issues couldn’t be addressed, then at least the issue and possible solutions were outlined to them with an approximate cost and time frame of what it would take to get the issue resolved to their satisfaction.
I admit to liking this aspect of the job. It was a role that as time progressed with the ongoing staff turnover, I was soon the longest serving member of staff in the service department, with the largest amount of local and historical operational knowledge. The department was over time developed with more competent staff employed. However, I seemed to have my dual role cemented into the culture, allowing me to develop both my organisational system skills, as well as keep progressing my technical skills.

Motorcycle racing logisitics

Whilst my motocross career was on hold, I became more active within my motorcycle club. By chance, this motorcycle club hosted the largest production motorcycle race of the day – the Castrol 6 Hour Motorcycle race – at Amaroo Park Raceway. As the club was a not for profit association, the Castrol 6 Hour Motorcycle race was run on the back of volunteers – volunteers made up of the motorcycle club members, family and friends.

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(Scaysbrook 2016)
As this race was a production race, all of the motorcycle participating needed to be scrutinised to ensure that they complied with the specifications of the bikes that were available of the showroom floor to the general public. This meant that all of the motorcycles needed to pulled down priorate the race, inspected, and then reassembled by the owners, under the watchful eye of the scrutineers, and then sealed, to ensure that no changes had been made to the specifications at any point.
For the first few years I was involved, I was a scrutineer observer: watching from a close distance to ensure the racing teams wre not tampering with the scrutiny seals. However, given I was an apprentice mechanic, I was gradually brought into the main scrutinising team. Before long I was applying my developed sense of systems and processes to the team, to eradicate the gaps I observed in the scrutineering process where unscrupulous racing teams could take an opportunity to make prohibited changes. I recognised that the systems and processes I were advising and implementing was a skill I had innately, that was being developed within my dual role at the service department.
(Castrol 6 Hour Motorcycle Race 1979)
I recall thinking to myself.. “mmm… I can see things that others don’t seem to be able to see……”

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Music

Continuous listening

As introduced in my last blog (Memory – Age 17 – 19 Part 2),  I would pack up my bike trailer and followed the state motocross championship circuit of a weekend. I would leave first thing Saturday morning, and drive out into the country – often a six (6) to seven (7) hour drive – often times more, sometimes less – to get to any of the country-based tracks ready for the Saturday practice sessions. I would have the front passenger seat set up with a tape player, plugged into the cigarette lighter. My music collection was expanding very quickly, across a wide range of musical styles. I would have my many cassette tape cases filled with mixed tapes, in a chosen order – all lined up. I just played one tape after another continuously until I arrived at my destination. On the way home, I would just continue to progress through the playing order. I realise now this music – these albums became the soundtrack of my life at that time. I listened to the music, to the lyrics, to the rhythms, to the melodies, to the instrumentation,to the arrangement, to the production, The artists, music and productions educated me in the many varied music styles and production aesthetics that each artist or album represented. They accompanied me on my trips – they kept me company. These artists and albums created a listening backdrop to the many visual scenes I was taking in, as I drove through the NSW, ACT and Victorian countryside and towns. I calculated that I did about fifty (50) such trips over a two year period, averaging about six (6) hours driving each way. I must have listened in the car alone to about nine hundred (900) albums worth of music. Some of the artists and albums that accompanied me on these trips (in addition to the artists and albums that I have already mentioned in previous blogs) were: Muddy Waters; BB King; Sonny Boy Williamson, T-Bone Walker; Howling’ Wolfe; Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 RevisitedBlonde on Blonde and Bob Dylan at Budokan;  Woodstock; George Harrison’s All Things Must Past and The Concert For Bangladesh; The Band’s The Last Waltz; Neil Young’s Neil Young, HarvestTonights The Night and Comes A Time; Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks, Them AgainHis Band and the Street Choir, Moondance, Tupelo Honey, St Dominic’s Preview, Veedon Fleece and Wavelength ; Eric Clapton’s John Mayall’s Blues Breakers,  EC Was HereSlowhand,  461 Ocean Boulevard; Rory Gallagher’s Live In Europe and Taste; Led Zeppelin’s IV;  Tim Buckley’s Goodbye and Hello and Greetings from LA; Genesis’ The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway; Bruce Springsteen’s Greetings From Asbury Park, The Wild The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle, and Born To Run; Alan Parson’s I Robot and Pyramid; Thin Lizzy’s Live and Dangerous; Richard Clapton’s Goodbye Tiger; Cold Chisel’s Cold Chisel, to name but a few.
I realise now that whilst I had put my guitar down and focussed on motorcycles for about six (6) years, I certainly hadn’t stopped my listening – my critical listening: my studying of music and sound across multiple levels.

33rpm Album collection

Once I had ceased playing with bikes at night in the garage, I returned to playing albums on my record player. My best friend and I shared a love of music and records. We had different tastes and influences which allowed us both to be introduced to a broader eclectic range of artists and musical styles than would have been possible by ourselves. With my new found additional disposable income from a third years’ apprenticeship wage (relative to a first and second year wage), and not racing bikes (saving on parts, fuel and travel), I submersed my self into the one thing I could do as part of my every day home-work life.
Before long we had three (3) – four (4) l hundred albums each.

Live music

The natural gravitation from our passion in music was to then seek out music being performed in our local area. Again, our different tastes and influences allowed us to be introduced to a broader eclectic range of artists and musical styles than would have been possible had we just been going out by ourselves. The range of live performances ranges from art-college bands, to emerging local artists, to successful performers of the day – local and international.
One of our local bands that we made sure we would go as many times during the week when they were performing were Cold Chisel. A great live band that guaranteed you would get a physical work out by the end of the evening.

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(Cold Chisel 1980)
Of course, with the live music scene came late nights, alcohol and lack of healthy balance of food. Over time, this would take its toll.

Family and Friends

With more time on my hands, I did spend some time visiting my parent’s families in both Sydney and Melbourne. The family member who I felt particularly close to – the person whom I would make an effort to visit – was my father’s father, my grandfather – Pa. He didn’t live far away. However, he was light years away from my current lifestyle.
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(Pa 2016)
He was someone who had a way about him – an aura around him of calmness and faith.  My grandfather was a devout Baptist, but more so – a really fine human being. Compassionate, kind, with well thought through values and intentions in his dealings with everyone in the community. His goodness was infectious. He was very measured. When he spoke, he wove philosophical stories for his grandchildren into the conversations. He lost no opportunity to teach.
As I grew up, I recall I gravitated to him for some semblance of nourishment and order from our tumultuous household. We would see my father’s family most Sundays for an extended family lunch. Usually a hot roast lamb which was considered at the time to be a regal lunch to share amongst family or friends. I would sit next to him, and look up in awe whenever he was looking away. He would catch my stares, and look down at me, and just smile reassuringly. I swear he had a light hue around his head and shoulders, complementing his smile that reassured everyone around him, that they were well-loved.
I have never spoken of this, but in engaging in this deep reflective practice task, I can now see how I was attracted to – in need of – his balance and energy. In my life, this was the nourishment that I needed.
In one of my live gig binge periods – perhaps a period when I was in need of his nourishment more than other periods in my life – I overlooked a dinner promise that I had to visit my grandfather. The following week he passed away. My parents were overseas. I had to represent my dad at his father’s funeral. I recall it was one of the hardest periods I had at that time to live through. It seemed that things were constantly being taken away from me. This, I could not resolve.
Things I could see, just got blurrier…..

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Doors seemed to be closing……

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The world seemed darker, colder, less friendly…..

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I couldn’t find my way. Everything seemed to be disappearing. Everything seemed to be constantly being taken away from me….. The people and things that I loved… the memories… I just could not resolve this….

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(DLP 2016)
I was trying hard to make my own way.  I then learned of another friend who had lost his life…
Then another….. Then someone I had met – someone who promised me so much, didn’t come through for me… In fact, I found her talking , and acting behind my back…. turned out she was an utter bitch!!
I suppose it all just got too much….. I felt beyond helpless as a child again. I felt betrayed… I felt lost… Everything was happening outside of my control. Everything was disappearing. Everything was being taken away….. The people and things that I loved… the memories… I just could not resolve this…. the rainy days were turning back into torrential stormy days ……. I felt as a child again. I felt betrayed… I felt lost… I had no control, no control. Everything was disappearing. Everything was being taken away….. The people and things that I loved… the memories… I just could not resolve this…. the rainy days were turning back into torrential stormy days …….
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Page, David L (2016a) “Bouncing off walls….” ©David L Page 2016. 
“Bouncing off walls….” ©David L Page 2016. This audio event represents a developed sense of my recollection of this significant event.

Night of the Round Table – perspective of an artist’s subject

As a person trying to understand my self, in order to better function in life, I have indulged and engaged in much reflection throughout my life. Irrespective of my age, I have spent time reflecting on what I have experienced, what I had achieved, what I hadn’t achieved, and the possible reasons for this. I recall at specific times in my life, reflecting on why perhaps I was who I was, and even recall from a very young age, what it was god had intended for me to achieve in my life time. I pondered this in a creative writing session, whilst gazing down at autumn leaves in various stages of death. In this process – for the first time I believe – I started to both understand and accept, what it is to have life. What is it is to live, and what it is to have that life taken away.

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Page, David L (2016b) “Night of the Round Table (perspective of an artist’s subject)” ©David L Page 1991
The next blog in this Project 1 series is Memory – Age 20 Part 1.
References
Alan Parson’s I Robot and Pyramid albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 RevisitedBlonde on Blonde and Bob Dylan at Budokan albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Bouncing off walls ……. audio link courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 5th December, 2016
Bruce Springsteen’s Greetings From Asbury Park, The Wild The Innocent and the E Street Shuffle, and Born To Run albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Castrol 6 Hour Motorcycle Race 1979 video link courtesy of ABC TV  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Cold Chisel’s Cold Chisel album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Cold Chisel 1980 image courtesy of:  Cold Chisel Live at the Manly Vale Hotel Accessed 4th December, 2016
Corridor and Closed Door image courtesy of: Corridors  Accessed 18th June, 2016
Darkened House image courtesy of: Darkened house  Accessed 18th June, 2016
DLP 2016 image courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 19th November, 2016
Eric Clapton’s John Mayall’s Blues Breakers,  EC Was HereSlowhand,  461 Ocean Boulevard  albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Genesis’ The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
George Harrison’s All Things Must Past and The Concert For Bangladesh albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Led Zeppelin’s IV album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Magnifying Glass image courtesy of:  Analysis   Accessed 4th December, 2016
Neil Young’s Neil Young, HarvestTonights The Night and Comes A Time albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Page, David L (2016a) “Bouncing off walls….” ©David L Page 2016
Page, David L (2016b) “Night of the Round Table (perspective of an artist’s subject)” ©David L Page 1991
Rainy Images courtesy of: Rainy day image Accessed 5th November, 2016
Richard Clapton’s Goodbye Tiger album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Rory Gallagher’s Live In Europe and Taste albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Scaysbrook 2016 image courtesy of : Castrol Six Hour Production Race Accessed 5th December, 2016
Tim Buckley’s Goodbye and Hello and Greetings from LA albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
The Band’s The Last Waltz album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Thin Lizzy’s Live and Dangerous album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Van Morrison’s Astral Weeks, Them AgainHis Band and the Street Choir, Moondance, Tupelo Honey, St Dominic’s Preview, Veedon Fleece and Wavelength albums courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
Woodstock album courtesy of Discogs.  Accessed 4th December, 2016
– ©David L Page 10/05/1991
– updated ©David L Page 28/11/2016
– updated ©David L Page 05/12/2016
Copyright: No aspect of the content of this blog or blog site is to be reprinted or used within any practice without strict permission directly from David L Page.

Memory – Age 17 – 19 Part 1

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This is another recollection of what I consider to have been a significant period in my life, when I was Age 17 – 19 Part 1.

Independence

Car Licence

I had been practicing driving a car for a number of months – most notably since I turned 16 years nine (9) months when I became eligible in NSW to get my learner plates. In addition to arranging learner driver lessons with a local agency, I had also been moving cars around the two (2) storey car lot at my work for much of the year. In the dealership, we had cars to be repaired, new cars and second-hand cars for sale – all needing to be moved around the lot on a regular basis. I was certainly up for the task when management asked for my assistance.
Additionally, I would practice in my local area after work, and on weekends. I figured I needed to get as much street time up as possible before my driver’s licence test, as I certainly was not prepared to factor in being unprepared for the test, and maybe having to resit it at a later date. So, I embarked on my own learner driver program around the semi-industrial areas outside of business hours. Certainly not very legal, but I was quite confident to be able to do this without causing any accidents.
On my 17th birthday, I arrived at the NSW Transport Department to sit my car driver’s licence. With only a minor comment to mention, I was confirmed eligible to be set free on the roads. I was allowed to drive home, and drove my self home for the first time legally down the highway.  As a person trying to understand my new life and my place in the world, I finally had what I associated as FREEDOM. I now had wheels and could go anywhere I wanted or needed to go – I was off… I loaded my car with music tapes and a tape player. I now had my freedom bus. I could drive to the shops, and load up the boot with stuff. No more train trips, and having to lug shopping bags home by hand. I could now drive to work, avoiding the need for public transport and saving much commuting time. I took to the streets at nights to visit my friends from the old neighbourhood. I found, at last I could once again breathe. I felt independent, and perhaps for the first time somewhat in control of what I did, and when I did it.

Motocross events

On Friday nights I packed up my bike trailer and followed the state motocross championship circuit. I would leave first thing Saturday morning, and drive out into the country – often a six (6) to seven (7) hour drive – often times more – to get to any of the country-based tracks ready for the Saturday practice sessions.
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(DLP 2016a)
I would have the front passenger seat set up with a tape player, plugged into the cigarette lighter.  I just played one tape after another continuously until I arrived at my destination. These artists and albums created a listening backdrop to the many visual scenes I was taking in as I drove through the NSW, ACT and Victorian countryside and towns.
I would generally arrive mid-Saturday afternoon, in time to unload, and have several hours familiarising myself with the track during formal practice sessions. Being at a new track, adjustments to the bike were needed, along with running repairs if or when things broke or I had fallen off by pushing too hard. Even though I worked on the bike at home during the evenings between the various race days – cleaning and maintaining them –  there were always maintenance needed on the day…
At night, I would find a motel, or if not one around, I would grab some take-away food and sleep in the car. There was a number of  privateer competitors that were following the same circuit and we would hang out in the evening, before we bunked down for the night. With all of the riding, my riding was improving. I was starting to feel comfortable with my own individual riding style – quite an aggressive riding style – and getting some better results on the track. Eventually my riding style resulted in the snapping of the rear wheel tubular metal swing arm in half in a pre-race practice session. In examining the damage, I had several options: to replace the swingarm with a sturdier aftermarket product, or to have it repaired. I noted that the newer 1978 model bikes came fitted with far sturdier aluminium box section swingarms, with improved canter-lever suspension. This made these new models far more efficient on the arduous motocross track conditions I was racing on. After some research and doing cost analysis of replacing the existing parts, I decided it was indeed time to upgrade my bike to get the latest model motocross bike – a Yamaha YZ125E.

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(Yamaha YZ125E 2016)
It took me some time to settle into this bike, and adapt my riding style to the different chassis design. However, continuing to follow the state motocross championship circuit provided me a lot of time to practice and adapt. I continued to make modifications to the bike at my work, and before long I was rewarded with some good results in the NSW State Championship at Amaroo Park competing against current NSW and Australian champions.

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(DLP 2016b)
This result only provided greater incentive for me to train harder, and invest more time into developing my bike and my riding skills.

New Car

Around this time, there was an opportunity to buy a new car through my work. As a Renault specialist, I would get a sizeable discount. This was too good an opportunity for me to pass up on, especially given the kilometres i was accumulating with all of my state travel. The car was a new incarnation of the hugely popular Renault 12. Rebadged  with a bigger engine and a range of cosmetic changes, the Renault 1.4 Virage manual had a sunroof, air conditioning and stereo.  A simple, but extremely well built car that performed well above its price tag.  I had to borrow the money to pay it off, but given the Datsun was starting to show signs of mechanical issues, I felt it was a timely opportunity.
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 (DLP 2016c)

Motocross

I continued to travel far and wide with my Renault to the Championship rounds around the state and beyond. Time would however reveal a weakness within the current model of the Yamaha YZ125E: the transmission and crankshaft. The Yamaha YZ125E when pushed in a competitive situation would overheat, and seize. I was in the ACT at one of the Championship rounds when I first experienced this. My bike engine seized during one of the racing rounds. As it was an unfamiliar mechanical issue, I and everyone around me were quite unaware of what had happened. It wasn’t until I returned back to Sydney with my broken bike, and took it back to the dealer that I learnt what had happened. The bill to repair and replace the issue was going to cost about $1,000 – about 40% of what I paid for the bike. As these were production racing bikes, no warranty applied to them. This was devastating. Given I was on an apprenticeship wage, this was even more of a set back. Whilst I had some minor sponsorship, the cost of repairs resided predominantly with me to get the back back into competition mode. Additional to the cost, because it was a relative unknown issue to Yamahas at that time, the parts were not readily viable in Australia. They therefore had to be ordered from Japan, which was going to take some weeks at best as well. I recall it took about six (6) to rectify the problem, to get my bike back up and running.

 

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(DLP 2016d)
Whilst I was waiting for the parts to arrive, I had other championship round events scheduled which I was going to have to miss.  By this stage, the issue with the Yamaha engines was well known to the competitive racer community.  The Yamaha transmission and crankshaft problem was now endemic, and causing considerable issue amongst all Yamaha YZ riders. I recall those of who were riding the arch rival Suzuki and Honda motorcycles wryly smiling during these times, grateful they were without a similar major mechanical issue as their Yamaha colleagues were experiencing. The Yamaha factory did not acknowledge nor attempt to address these issues with their customers – the riders.
Fortunately, I had some really nice semi-professional colleagues – one of who was running three (3) bikes – who insisted that I take one of their spare engines for the upcoming new Stadium Motocross event as listed below. I admit to feeling tentative borrowing someone else’s engine. I could ill-afford to have the same issue happen to one of the engines I was borrowing. I therefore took that particular race easy, and did not do well.
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(DLP 2016e)
I had to wait impatiently for the parts to arrive, and the repair to be completed. I guess i was chaffing at the bit by the time the repair had been completed. I was keen to resume my focus as soon I had my motor reinstalled.
I do not recall which event it was at; but during the first event after some six (6) weeks since my first engine failure, I returned to competitive racing. However, during the second or third event back, the same issue re-occurred – the transmission seized again. I was devastated. What the?? Again?? Knowing the cost of having the motor repaired for a second time, where was I going to get the money this time? Where? Where?
I was deflated, and took a few days to consider what options were before me. This model Yamaha was giving so many people in racing circles grief, with the same complaint. I knew what is was going to cost, and the time it was going to take to not only try to raise more funds for the cost of repair; but also the time it was going to take to get it fixed. And what was to say that it wouldn’t just keep happening again and again? Based on the number of times I had heard it happening to other more professional teams, I made the conscious decision not to have the transmission repaired. The logical solution would be to upgrade to another manufacturer’s model. However, with my recent debt with both the bike repair and buying a new car, I decided it just wasn’t feasible at this time.  I felt that I had lost a lot of momentum with my racing over the past three months (3) and with Christmas holidays around the corner, it was time to stop and really look at my options.
I was unable to raise a further $1,000 to repair this mechanical fault, nor find the funds to upgrade to another motocross bike. It was the last time I raced competitive motocross. I went from having a very full life and focus, to not knowing what to do with my self and my spare time.
I can see the rain setting in again….

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Page, David L (2016b) “Independence….” ©David L Page 2016. 
“Independence….” ©David L Page 2016. This audio event represents a developed sense of my recollection of this significant event.
The next blog in this Project 1 series is Memory – Age 17-19 Part 2.
References
Buckley, Tim. 1972. Greetings from LA. Straight Records. Vinyl LP.
Cohen, Leonard. 1967. Songs of Leonard Cohen. Columbia Records (broadcast Vinyl LP).
DLP 2016a image courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 19th November, 2016
DLP 2016b image originally from local off-road motorcycle newspaper, but now courtesy of: David L Page photo archives. Accessed 2nd May, 2016
DLP 2016c image courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 2nd May, 2016
DLP 2016d image courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 2nd May, 2016
DLP 2016e image originally from local off-road motorcycle newspaper, but now courtesy of: David L Page photo archives. Accessed 2nd May, 2016
Dylan, Bob. 1965. Highway 61 Revisited. Columbia Records. Vinyl LP.
Floyd, Pink. 1973. Dark side of the moon. Harvest. Vinyl LP.
Gallagher, Rory. 1972. Live in Europe. Polydor Records. Vinyl LP.
Genesis. 1974. The lamb lies down on broadway. Charisma. Vinyl LP.
Independence ……. audio link courtesy of: David L Page Accessed 5th December, 2016
Morrison, Van. 1978. Wavelength. Warner Bros. Vinyl LP.
Morrison, Van. 1970. Moondance. Warner Bros. Vinyl LP.
Morrison, Van. 1968. Astral Weeks. Warner Bros. Vinyl LP.
Page, David L (2016a) “Independence….” ©David L Page 2016
Rainy Image courtesy of: Rainy day image Accessed 5th November, 2016
Shining Sun image courtesy of: Living from the Well Accessed 2nd May, 2016
Stones, The Rolling. 1974. Goats Head Soup. Rolling Stones. Vinyl LP.
Young, Neil. 1979. Live Rust. Reprise. Vinyl LP.
Zeppelin, Led. 1971. IV. Atlantic Records. Vinyl LP.
– ©David L Page 10/05/1991
– updated ©David L Page 20/11/2016
Copyright: No aspect of the content of this blog or blog site is to be reprinted or used within any practice without strict permission directly from David L Page.