![]() ” It was, of course, Procol Harum’s “A Whiter Shade of Pale.” And then a reedy voice entered: “We skipped the light fandango, turned cartwheels ’cross the floor. It began with a ponderous and spooky organ solo, with drums and cymbals providing punctuation. What I am certain of is that I listened with the other kids that day as the radio played the strangest-sounding song any of us had maybe ever heard. This might have been a regular thing, music in the back of the bus, but I’m not sure. On one of my rides home during that summer, someone had a radio on the bus tuned to one of the two Twin Cities’ Top 40 stations, almost certainly KDWB. So, just as I had for the nine months preceding, I spent another two months hauling myself every day to the bus stop a block north of our house and riding the two miles to South Junior High for mornings of enrichment. It was the summer of 1967, and I was doing my normal eight-week stint in summer school, an enrichment program designed to provide kids a chance to learn things they wouldn’t be exposed to during the school year. ![]() ![]() It’s been condensed and revised a little bit. Sometime recently – and I cannot provide anything more specific – a television show I was watching with the Texas Gal used for its background music Procol Harum’s “A Whiter Shade Of Pale.” Hearing it reminded me of this piece it ran here twelve years ago this week.
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