Britain’s Own Answer to Elvis

I have had a lot of musical heroes over my lifetime but my first-ever was British rock ‘n’ roller Cliff Richard.

I didn’t happen on Sir Cliff (he was eventually knighted) by accident. My oldest sister was a big fan and I believe she had even bought a couple of his singles.

Many an hour was spent by me on a tractor on our fields belting out my favourite tunes and two of those were called Bachelor Boy and Lucky Lips by the sexy Richard who was Britain’s answer to Elvis when he started out.

But as happened to other big stars at the time, Richard was bowled over by the Beatles and he never did become famous in the United States.

Like Elvis, Cliff Richard didn’t write his own songs but he became a wonderful interpreter of others’ songwriting visions. He even recorded some Beatles’ songs eventually.

Cliff Richard has a wonderful, resonant signing voice. But he cemeted his popularity with his stage show.

And now, thanks to the Internet and YouTube, I can watch those performances over and over and I do watch them.

Eventually, Richard became not just a rambunctious rock ‘n’ roller but also a crooner, a singer of ballads. My favourite of his is the old standard, All in the Game.

So it seems ironic to me, that after all these years, and having cast aside Cliff Richard so that I could concentrate on the Beatles, etc., I am back to my first musical love.

©2020 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.