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Some songs take me right back to my childhood. And some singers of
course, Petula Clark among them. I couldn't have been much more than
ten when I first heard
Downtown
on my tinny little transistor radio, the one that looked like a
Marlboro cigarette box. (Clever bit of marketing there, which was,
fortunately enough, lost on me.) Downtown was followed a few
weeks later by
I
Know a Place. And then
My
Love the following year, probably my favorite of her hits.
Even after all these decades they still have the power to reverse
time, if only for 3:05 at a time.
These aren't the original recordings by the way, which is probably
just as well.
I have an early CD of Ms. Clark's hits. And the sound is just what
you'd expect from old monaural analogue tape. No, the performances on
this album are of more recent vintage. And only half the tracks are
in English; the rest are en français. Not surprising, since a
little Google research reveals that this is in fact an album called
Les Annees Petula, which my mediocre to lousy high school
french translates as The Petula Years. Why Apple felt the
need to retitle it escapes me. And if they had to, couldn't they have
come up with something better than Best of Petula Clark?
But I digress. The performances are good. And if you're as old as
me (and what are the odds of that?), you'll enjoy a hobble down memory
lane. At the same time as wondering how we all got so old and Petula
Clark didn't.
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