Last Train to Clarksville

Davy Jones has caught it:



RIP.

The earliest memory I have of having music of my own was this album. I was maybe eight (?) and my older cousin gave me this and also Simon & Garfunkel's "Bookends." They were real vinyl, of course, and I can still sing all the songs from both by memory.

Lest you think my cousin was a bad influence, by the time I was twelve, he took me to see the Clash live and later, PIL. Whether that was a good thing or bad, I let you be the judge.