I've been to see the musical 20th Century Boy: The Marc Bolan Story three times now and each time I find myself totally blown away. I've been to Barnes to lay flowers down at the site where he passed on some 36 years since his life was so tragically cut short whilst still in his prime.
In 2005, flicking idly through one of the glossy music monthlies, I spotted a tiny box copy item about a singer/songwriter called Shelagh McDonald who had vanished. No one knew her whereabouts, nor had they for over thirty years.
I first heard Harriet's music in 1998 after stumbling upon it at Music & Video Exchange, the second-hand outlet with the most surly and uncharismatic shop assistants in London. I knew I'd seen her name before, on albums by Syreeta, Smokey Robinson, Roberta Flack and Helen Reddy.
The Seventies! It wasn't all bad. In fact, it wasn't that bad at all - especially if you were a kid. Sure, we didn't have