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______________________________________ In remembrance for Philip, Georges, Bruce and Alice

Some memorable songs from our teen-age -we know each of them- and carry in our head, in our heart.

I can remember our mood in Hungary when the years changed to sixties, it was the time starting my school years. There was no problem with my school, but the scenes! Grayness, hoplessness. Dingy walls; ballusters, window-frames in rust. Mark of shots in the walls of several houses in Budapest. Radio broadcasted the then-featuring melancolic songs from local hungarian singers, like Lehel Németh, Katalin Sárosi, the Vámos-Zárai couple - according to my recall puzzles. The time passed in fair monotony, we seemed to have been casted roles for a futureless-for-ever. Certainly, at my age of eight I could not compose these in full sentences, however, our life no doubt, rayed such attitudes, like this. I summarize this like one, having no real-life memory at all from the 1956 fightings. Mother told us, that days I was recovering from disease and slept in heat hiding with others down in the cellar all along. These events included the battle close to us, where russian tanks shot in ruin part of the school in front of our flat. Where university youth tried to resist in armed groups ... In fact my child memory in larger, related pieces started recording at about late 1957. The 1961 Cuba crisis remained in my mind just in fading contours. But November '63 left a lightning snapshot as it gave us schock about the Kennedy assassination ... our private life was again in a fair alarm in thouse days. We could not now what the future would bring to us ... !

Then at a springtime we got news about a public game, KI MIT TUD (similar to that of Britain's Got Talent) is to be arranged. In the large estate where we lived some of the neighbours already had TVs. At time of significant events they offered a kindly welcome to the pilgrimage of TV-less neighbours arriving with stool in hand to watch the outstanding news or film in a company gathering. The girlfriends of my elder sister owned a spool magnetophone, it played songs brought from "outside" (which meant in our symbolism "from over the western border"). They provided us with brand new music experiences. Oh Carol, Hello Mary Lou, and the others entered into our life-path that time, and they took immediately our teenager mood and blood-pressure into heavens. We hugely enjoyed the sessions of listening to them. I've blessed my dear sister, so she allowed me, the youngster to accompany the audit meetings she was invited by her friends at. Here I could early gain such experiences, like this ...

Something later it happened the first Beatles tapes sneaked through under the iron curtain, and others followed them. Once upon the time we caught a new popmusic broadcast, "Rendezvous Afternoon" in the state radio. (The regime knew that Radio Free Europe, America's Voice were more than favourit channels of the youth, in spite listening to them was strictly prohibited. They might have realized, a better approach was to set up a new similar channel, while control above it was in their hands.) Soon we were fans to this programme and we called it simply "the Komjáthy", referring with gentle simplicity the name of the first class reporter in charge. This "official" channel provided us, like a havelange with a regular source about the pop-rock-folk music world, so it resulted fluent, massive musical blossoming for fans in Hungary. Grayness and fade was over. We could listen to recordings from Animals, Bee Gees, Kinks, Cream, Herman's Hermits, Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Hendrix, Simon & Garfunkel -apropos hungarian reader! Have you known that Paul Simon is child of a hungarian musician couple? With my head turning in white I got acquainted with this fact just recently, after four decades of S&G fancy!-, Crossby-Stills-Nash & Young, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and who knows how many other groups, with musicians one is better than the other. Each season, each month delivered newer and fresh memorable musics, songs.

Along this fantastic musical-blossoming each young ones soon found her and his favourite band, singer. Fans knew the beloved musicians by their name yet that time as well. Till about late '67 somebody could be a king with acquiring any photo (!) about them! I can remember, we were fairly informed about Paul McCartney's and his girlfriend's engagement. Then their split-off generated a minor gust among us. So we indeed did our best in following the progress of the world of music. This should be interpreted -I mention it for our children and for children of later coming age clusters- that times we have only landline phone, one TV-, two radio channels, and civil travels were remarkably limited within the Eastern Block. Even that kind was available for a few privileged ones! (My daughter's professor for piano told us once, so the importance and impact of Bach's music could be understood with relocating the case in its own historical age. In Bach's time folks were working through entire days a week at farmlands and Sunday morning they went to church, where they could listen to some Bach piece. That was "the music" at all in human lifetime ... We can imagine how they could accept performance of such a high-scale music in that silent times. How much change have we experienced during the last forty years!)

And in Hungary there were local rock bands to start: Illés, Omega, Metro and Hungária. This is another section, another chapter. It is not less significant for us, Hungarians, however it gets place at another musical coordinate system in my mind, in my heart.

By the end of the decade sun was shining on the teenagers quite a changed way. The World was in steady opening, something new era was in start ... as sang by George Harrison with the Beatles "Here comes the sun"

I've carried these memories. Each of us -as Philip Sudo confirms in his Zen Guitar- has taken some songs in the heart. Sometimes when you visit our site, come for a listening! You too must find a couple among your favourites. Listening to them we can revive our youth a bit, the mood of thouse golden sixties!

This is the very first song list I've ever made for internet. My construction efforts could not be brought to success without the kind support of my friend, Zoltán Szakonyi. I'd like to express my gratitude and thanks at this place too. At the end of the list there are a couple of songs published in fact during the early seventies. They could still be enrolled here, because their undoubtful roots come from the sixties.