The first song I remember hearing
My mum and dad met at a jazz club in Ilford, east London, so I grew up in a house full of jazz and 50s rock’n’roll. Aged four or five, I’d do an impression of Elvis singing Hound Dog, complete with the knees and shoulders.
The first single I bought
I remember going to this excellent independent record store, Kelly’s Records on Brentwood High Street, aged nine or 10, to buy Start! by the Jam. For a long time I thought George Harrison had taken the riff from Paul Weller and used it on Taxman, not the other way around.
