Post by wolvesgirlgonewild on Mar 15, 2017 12:16:34 GMT
This part contains a lot of sciencey/ Doctor Who references so if you're reading it thinking what the bloody hell is a Bootstrap Paradox? And my explanation doesn't make sense, let someone explain it a lot better than me!
“So what song would you like to record on your own? Can be any song you like.” “Well there is a song that I really love because the lyrics are so comforting to me.” “Oh right, what’s it called?” I hesitated for a moment. “It’s called Hold On Tight.” “I’ve never heard of it, who’s it by?” “You’ll find out soon enough. You wouldn’t believe me at the moment if I told you!” I said with a wink. He was puzzled by my response but accepted what I said. Jeff started to record my rendition of his future song. Maybe in years to come he would understand why I couldn’t tell him it was by him. Jeff really liked the song which I would expect him to since he wrote it! Not that he knew that of course.
“Very nice, sounds like something I would write actually.” I smiled to myself, that’s because you did Jeff…
“Well you could make it your own…” “Oh yeah I could, I could properly produce it for you complete with instruments and that.” “No not with my vocals, I mean you actually sing it and get the other band members to play on it too. Not right now of course because I don’t think it really fits in with the album you’re doing at the moment. Maybe in the next couple of years as I think for the song you need a certain theme on the album itself for it to fit on an album.”
God I’d be in trouble with The Doctor or Doc Brown if they saw me basically hinting to future events. Well it’s not like I’m exactly telling him the full truth? As much as Jeff is fascinated with time travel, he’d be checking me into the nearest psychiatric hospital if I told him the truth. Also it is an example of a bootstrap paradox too as explained by The Doctor. If I gave Jeff Lynne Hold On Tight before 1981 then who originally wrote the song me or Jeff Lynne? Well Jeff Lynne of course. I was inspired by Jeff Lynne to give the song to him in the past. Jeff Lynne was inspired by me being thus inspired by his future self to write the song and produce it. Put simply an event in the past caused Jeff Lynne to eventually include Hold On Tight on the Time album. It is explained by Doc in Back to the Future Part II in order to show Marty the damage Biff from 2015 had caused to 1985 which is alternative to Marty and the Doc. They couldn’t travel to 2015 to stop Old Biff from travelling to 1955 to give his younger self the sports almanac as through Young Biff’s actions in 1955 he had created an alternative 1985 and 2015.
As confusing as that is, basically out of who wrote the song, then it was Jeff Lynne. With a little help from me steering him in the right direction.
“I take your point, though when I come back to it, you’ll have to give me the original recording of the song so I can put my own spin on it. I will produce these two recordings though, you can have your own personal copy. Don’t worry I’ll make it sound like it should be on an album, I won’t cut corners.”
He put his arm around my shoulder in reassurance.
I shouldn’t really enjoy that but I do. He’s just being so nice to me and I can’t even tell him who I really am.
“What makes you so sure you’ll still know me in two years time?” “Just got a feeling you’re a person I’ll be acquainted with for a long time…” “But, uh, yeah I’ll give you the original recording nearer the time.”
How on earth was I going to do that? CDs hadn’t even been invented at this point in time and they certainly wouldn’t be in 1981! I’ll just have to get hold of a cassette somehow, Jeff must have a few of them surely? Probably in his car.
“Leave your recording with me, in the meantime. I think it’s time for us to start our journey to Hamburg! You looking forward to it?” “Oh yeah I can’t wait, though I am little nervous of being in the erm dodgy areas of Hamburg which The Beatles had a habit of performing in.” “Oh I wouldn’t worry about that, for a start it’ll be like late morning/ early afternoon by the time we get there and if there are some dodgy people about even at that time I’ll be there to protect you. Us Brummies can be quite menacing when we want to be!” “Now that’s something I find hard to believe!” “Cheeky, anyway the car is just down this street. I’ve got a few cassettes in the car for the journey so it makes it a little more bearable. Or you could just sleep.” “I’ll probably just sleep.”
I made a mental note that there were cassettes in his car, where they were located I wasn’t sure of yet but I knew I would find out soon enough. We came to Jeff’s car and I wasn’t familiar with the model. Where’s my Dad when you need him? Well by this point, he hadn’t met my mother yet but that was yet to come. He would be my age now bless him. All I knew was that Jeff’s car was a left hand drive which was going to be weird in itself. I presumed he had also got a car for when he drove round Britain but that would be a right hand drive of course. We got into the car and Jeff smiled at me.
“Well I don’t think you’ll fall asleep straight away, you’ll love what I’m about to put on.”
He picked out a cassette that didn’t have a label on or anything from his glovebox, I noticed there was a number of cassettes in there, most of them did have labels on except the one that Jeff had left in the glovebox. He put it in the cassette player and pressed play, I recognised the beginning of the song straight away. Taxman. He put on Revolver especially for me.
“And here I was thinking you were only into The Beatles sound from Sgt Pepper onwards!” “It’s true my favourite Beatles era is the later stuff but that doesn’t mean I dislike their earlier stuff.”
As expected from Jeff, I sang my absolute heart out to Revolver and even Jeff joined in. He sounded wonderful. Sadly by the time he put on my other favourite Beatles album Help! I fell asleep. The next time I woke up, it was 10:00 and it seemed Jeff had stopped outside a food place. Come to think of it I was pretty hungry.
“Do you fancy some breakfast?” “Yeah I’d love some. We nearly in Hamburg?” “About a couple of hours I reckon, what do you want?” “Erm just a sausage sandwich will do me, no sauce and erm just some milk.” “I’ll see what I can do, keep an eye on the car for me whilst I’m gone.”
As soon as I saw he’d gone, I started rummaging through the number of cassettes, An Englishman in New York, course Godley and Creme, bad memories of the music video for that, George Harrison, expected of course, Breakfast in America, can’t beat a bit of Supertramp. No OMD, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to people who haven’t heard of them, think they’d just started out in 1979 though. Apparently they were one of the bands Jeff was inspired by when writing Time. Love a bit of synthesisers! I eventually found what seemed like a blank cassette, I quickly tried it out and it confirmed that it was indeed blank. I brought a handbag with me that I happened to find in the ‘magic’ wardrobe and placed the cassette in there, I put the cassette that Jeff had put on back. Perfect timing as well because Jeff was just coming back with food!
“That okay?” He was holding out a sausage sandwich and a small carton of milk.
Bloody perfect, I could kiss him if he wasn’t married and actually 48 years older than me…
“Bloody perfect, thank you. Do you mind me eating in your car?” “No of course not, I’m planning on eating in it myself!”
We didn’t talk much whilst we were eating, mainly because we were pretty starving and I could tell Jeff was tired. It was okay for me as I had caught up on my sleep pretty much and was raring to go. Jeff still had a couple of hours of the journey to go, though in any other circumstance I wouldn’t drive abroad but when the future is at stake, mine and most importantly Jeff’s, I’d rather be completely safe and not have any accidents!
“Do you want me to drive the rest of the way? You look done in.” “I’m usually alright after I’ve had a cigarette, besides you said you wouldn’t drive abroad when they drive on the other side of the road.” “Why don’t you have one then?” “I knew you weren’t a fan of them so I didn’t want you complaining about smelling of smoke.” “You don’t have to do that on my account. If you’re tired then I’ll drive the rest of the way. Just tell me where I’m heading and I should be okay. If you want to sleep a bit then you’re more than welcome to, just try and be awake before I panic about finding somewhere to park. Even in Britain, parking is not my strong point!” “Alright, if you really want to, you can. I will direct you all the way though. I don’t want you panicking whilst I’m asleep and I can’t do anything about it!”
I wiped the crumbs off my lap, opened the passenger door and knocked the crumbs out of the car. I could be a bit messy when it came to food. I got into the driver’s seat, course I had to adjust the seat. I was only little! Wow cars have really come on since the late 1970s! Can’t believe this car has seatbelts that throughout the duration of this journey he hasn’t worn. Naturally I put my seatbelt on, Jeff looked at me strangely.
“What you doing?” “Putting my seatbelt on, just because it isn’t compulsory yet doesn’t mean I’ll point blank refuse to put mine on.” “Not much faith in your driving?” “I do, I just don’t want to go through the windscreen if I have to do any sudden braking. In any case they should be law, people have died because they haven’t worn a seatbelt.”
The most famous person who in my opinion probably wouldn’t have died from her injuries if she had worn her seatbelt was Princess Diana in 1997. I felt very strongly about seatbelts in cars as someone who has been in a pretty bad accident myself. A seatbelt saved my life. Jeff was a bit taken back by my tone of voice.
“I’m guessing you’ve been in a car accident yourself?” “Yes I have, a pretty bad one at that!” “I understand that, that would make you feel a certain way about seatbelts. I get you though, why they’re not compulsory god knows!” “Yet you didn’t wear yours earlier?” “Well at the time I didn’t know it affected you so much. Now you’ve told me that, I won’t ask for the full details, I think I’ll start wearing my seatbelt all the time.”
I was quite proud of myself driving a car for a start that is different to modern cars I’m familiar with and in another country! I was a bit cautious but Jeff reminded me how my Dad was in the car with me whenever I’m nervous about doing something I’d never done before. Though he’d never driven in another country. Jeff was just so patient and was a perfect co-driver. Similar to one of my best mates in terms that she was good at directing you somewhere and helping you with parking if you were having trouble.
I let Jeff lead me round Hamburg, it was wonderful. It was surreal to think I was walking the same steps as The Beatles did. We went to the clubs they performed in like The Top Ten Club and The Kaiser Keller, Jeff took lots of pictures not just of the scenery but of me too. I must admit I was flattered but it was wrong on so many levels. As much as I loved being here, I didn’t belong in this time, no matter how much I tried to fit in. I couldn’t spend the rest of my life keeping quiet about the future to Jeff. I knew I had to go back to the future (pun not intended, okay kind of intended) before things got too serious between me and Jeff. Minor changes to the future wouldn’t matter but major changes such as preventing the birth of his two daughters and perhaps the writing of Time and other albums would be catastrophic for the history of music. Jeff again treated me to lunch and we not only sampled the cuisine but also the history of Germany, well West Germany as it was known then. Damn I keep forgetting that the reunification of Germany is the future to everybody here. I impressed Jeff with my knowledge of German history, going back as far as the First World War. It seemed writing an essay on the impact of the war on Britain and Germany for the module Society, Culture and Politics in the First World War came in handy. I felt in my element in museums and such, I just loved learning new historical knowledge.
When we eventually set off back to Munich it was 10pm but Jeff kindly informed me, that the band had planned to go into the studio in the afternoon instead. We all needed to catch up on our beauty sleep after all! The other reason was that, he’d got inspiration for a potential song on the album and he needed some time to write the lyrics and put it forward to the rest of the band. I took that as my cue to work on Bev. Me being a fellow Wolves fans could have its advantages… Though I was intrigued what song he was referring to. I doubt he’d tell me anyway.
“Why do you want to spend so much time with me? I’m flattered honestly but you should be spending time with your bandmates, not someone you met outside a studio.” “There’s just something about you, I can’t quite figure you out. How you speak is so modern, not of this time if you get me. There’s an air of mystery about you, my instinct tells me I have to dig deeper to solve this mysteriousness of your character.”
I’d be careful about trying to dig deep into my character, you might find something out you wish you hadn’t. Oh Jeff I wish I could tell you about myself, my true self. You’d never believe me though and I would lose you forever. What am I saying? I never had you to begin with. “All will become clearer when the time is right. One day you’ll understand why I’ve been so secretive about certain things.” I said with a smile.
I let Jeff drive back as I took his word that he was awake enough to do the journey back. However if he suddenly got tired, he would let me know so I could take over the driving. He said he would happily be a passenger with me driving.
Once we got back we went straight to bed, we were so tired it was unreal but it had been such an amazing day. I couldn’t thank Jeff enough. When I eventually woke up, it was nearly midday and I walked into the kitchen/ lounge, it seemed Jeff had been here an hour or so as the faint smell of cigarette smoke was in the air. There was also quite a few cigarettes in the ash tray. I’d presumed Jeff had, had a sudden spout of inspiration.
Horacewimp: I did, it sounds interesting
Aug 30, 2020 7:27:36 GMT
Horacewimp: Hi elophile good to see you, hope you are keeping well.
Aug 31, 2020 20:25:03 GMT
elophile: Hey-hey! Horacewimp Livin' the dream here in crazytown, er, I mean America! How goes it with you? ::c0112::
Sept 2, 2020 18:11:21 GMT
Horacewimp: We are all good thanks, just wishing I could go on a foreign holiday, it’s just not worth the risk with Covid and the possibility of a 14 day quarantine, we may do some short breaks in the U.K.
Sept 2, 2020 20:30:46 GMT
BSJ: *sniff* no meet up in Detroit's airport. *sniff*
Sept 2, 2020 21:56:17 GMT