A Lake and a Troika
It is 1975. I am a teenager, listening for the first time to a protest song by Greg Lake. The tune mesmerises me, the riff stiffens the hairs on the nape of my neck. I want to hear it over and over, but I don’t get pocket money: I just have to hope they play it again on Top of the Pops.
For two years I hum that melody.
Then my brother, who has left home and now has a wage, tracks down the single of I believe in Father Christmas, and presents it to me with a Biba poster as my Christmas present. Finally, I get to wear it out with playing.
Two more years pass and I leave home. I, too, have a wage. By now I’ve learnt the riff from that song has its origins in classical music, but I don’t know what or by who.
A year later I discover a classical record store in Muswell Hill and, badly but hopefully, hum the tune to the old gentleman behind the counter.
‘Prokoviev,’ he says, and hands me Lieutenant Kije. This, too, gets played until scratches and time make it obsolete.
It is nearly fifty years later. And the sound of those sleigh-bells, heralding the nearness of the troika, still makes me to pause, close my eyes, and remember hearing them for the first time.
And if Christmas is a time for reflection and gratitude, then I am thankful for having a brother who knew what would make me happy, even if he had to wait a few years to do it. And for an old man in a shop who could understand my mumbling.
This is a link to Greg Lake’s I believe in Father Christmas.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfY4b1NszpY
And this is to the Prokofiev piece.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7GUzJ7fQBtg
Merry Christmas, everyone.
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