Bands and songs like people can drift out of sight and mostly out of mind as you move on both physically and emotionally. Never entirely though. They still linger there seemingly dormant and years can go by and never a thought crosses the front of your brain, and then�you browse and on some nostalgic impulse you buy the DVD of �The Old Grey Whistle Test�.

Why?

Because like old photographs it takes you back to another time before itunes and downloads, and all there was (or seemed to be) was Bob Harris whispering his introductions to loud guitars and even louder hair.

It takes you back to the insistent beat, the crazy jerky guitar playing of Wilko Johnson, the singing and harmonica of Lee Brilleaux.

I like all sorts of music then and now. A lot of it I still have and listen to but Doctor Feelgood somehow fell off my particular radar. And I don�t know why especially watching and listening to them again from 1975, pounding out �Roxette� from the �Down by the Jetty� album. I used to have everything by Doctor Feelgood. Now as I rake through my old LP�S all I can lay my hands on is the album �Be Seeing You.� A good album with some good rocking tracks.

� Roxette� and �Down By the Jetty� remain my favourites though. That image of them on Whistle Test has come dancing up from the back of my brain and is beating its rhythm inside my head now as I write.

I promise this time not to let it slip away.

When you listened to Feelgood that�s exactly how you came away feeling. It was impossible to keep still. And that was very important to a teenager back then wondering like every other teenager then and since where the hell he was going. For a few minutes you left all that behind. I wouldn�t find out until years later where I was heading, when I gave up trying to climb the greasy pole of the textile industry which I had drifted into on leaving school, and decided that it was a writers� life for me, come rain, hail or sunny weather.

Discovering Dr Feelgood again prompted me to find out what had happened to them since. It was then that I found out that they were still going strong but that Lee Brilleaux had died in 1994. It was like finding out an old school pal that you had lost touch with had died. He was only forty two. It made you feel like you should have kept in touch more. Lee Brilleaux It�s glib but true to say that he, and the band, still continue through the music. For me that music was epitomised in �Roxette�. I�ve gone past the nostalgia part now and listen to it for what it is. Lee Brilleaux Everlasting top of the range Rhythm'n' blues. Music that you just have to move to even if the bones creak ever so slightly now.

Tom Murray is a full time writer living in the Scottish Borders. He is currently, along with Stuart Hepburn, one of the Writers in Residence to Clackmannanshire Council. He has been a lecturer in Creative Writing at Borders College. He works extensively with writers groups and Schools. Recently he was Writer in Residence to Galashiels Academy and he is currently Writer in Residence to Peebles High School. He is also co editor, along with Julian Colton, of the Eildon Tree magazine. Along with Julian he organised the 2005 Borders Book Festival fringe. He has had a collection of stories published, �Out of My Head.� Also a poetry collection �The Future is behind You.� Also a play �The Clash.� He has been widely published in magazines and anthologies in the USA and Canada, as well as the UK. Magazines include: Rebel inc; Markings; Cutting Teeth; Northwords; Tears in the Fence, Front and Centre, Iota and Fire. He has contributed to anthologies such as Wordjig: New Fiction from Scotland, published by Hanging Loose Press, New York. He won the Fish one page short story competition in 2005 and was published in the Fish Competition Anthology. His plays have been performed at various venues including the Traverse Theatre, Edinburgh, and the Arches Theatre in Glasgow. This included the �I Confess� production by the Arches Theatre Company. To read a selection of Tom�s poetry on the showcase section of this site, click here.

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