I AM TOO YOUNG

I AM TOO YOUNG

Last week, when the titles started rolling at the end of a wonderful TV series, I was teleported back to my youth with the song. To the seventies.

Giglioala Cinquetti, the beautiful Italian singer, is still the second youngest contestant ever to have won the Eurovision Song Contest. In 1964, at the tender age of 16, she mesmerized the audience with Non ho l’eta (I am too young). There were already 23 000 American troops in Vietnam and the world was holding their breath, hoping for peace. And eager to spread love, culminating in the Summer of Love three years later. Make love, not war.

And then this gorgeous young girl stepped onto the stage in Copenhagen, singing this poignant love song. No-one then really stood a chance to take the coveted trophy from her.

In the seventies she took me to remote places again with her rendition of Si ((or Go, as we knew it in South Africa)) and To the Door of the Sun. Slouched on my dad’s recliner, snuggled into the chaste sounds of his Pioneer Hi-Fi with the bulky earphones excluding me from the real world, the record on the turntable allowed me to set my newly discovered teenage hormones free.

In 1974 she represented Italy at the Eurovision Song Contest again. She came second with her beautiful ballad, Si after overwhelmingly being outscored by the mighty ABBA with Waterloo. That year also saw Olivia Newton-John representing the United Kingdom at the festival.

I am too young …

A young girl came to mind. Amanda, a few years later.

I was 21, just finished my compulsory military training. She was 16. Her dad was my boss.

Yeah … never meant to be.

Non ho l’età (English translation)

I am too young

I am too young

I’m not old enough to love you

I’m not old enough to go out with you alone

 

And I wouldn’t know

I wouldn’t know

what to tell you

Because you know

So many more things than me.

 

Let me live

this romantic love

waiting

for that day to come.

But not now…

 

I am too young

I’m not old enough to love you

I’m not old enough to go out with you alone

 

If you would like

If you would like

to wait for me

That day you will get

all my love for you

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MUSIEK BRING ONTHOU, SOOS DIE DAG – 3 AUGUSTUS 1964

VANDAG ONTHOU EK WEER …

BILTONG & POT- ROAST

MUSIEK BRING ONTHOU, SOOS DIE DAG – 3 AUGUSTUS 1964

DAGBREEK

Musiek staan soos bakens op my lewenspad. Dit reflekteer herinneringe aan mense, gebeure en plekke elke keer wanneer ek ‘n bepaalde lied hoor. Hier en daar bring ‘n lied selfs meer as een herinnering op.

MUSIC MEMORIES

Soos Rachmaninoff se Rapsodie op ‘n tema van Paganini wat my aan een van my gunstelingrolprente, Somewhere in Time, laat dink en die mense saam met wie ek dit gekyk het. Maar die lied herinner my ook aan die aandstories oor die radio uit my kinderjare. Ek glo vas die lied was die temalied van Briewe van Tant Magrieta, maar ander stry en sê dit was Die Du Plooys van Soetmelksvlei. Dan is daar I Wanna Live van Tommy Oliver (my eerste “close” dans), Seasons in the Sun van my matriekjaar en Sugar Baby Love wat my wegvoer na … , oeee… sy was mooi.

MUSIEK

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