I was about 7, driving with my father in his pale blue Ford Cortina bakkie (pick-up). He was taking me to a friend who lived in Marquard Cresent. Her name was Tammy Adams and she had a very beautiful and glamorous mother. The windows of the car were open, it was a hot day and for the short time that my hair blew in the wind, I felt very glamorous too.
The tape deck was a giant one that looked like it could swallow a whole loaf of bread. Neil Diamond was belting out Beautiful Noise and I pretended to be on a movie set, being filmed in the car with my father at the wheel. A lot of the Neil Diamond songs remind me of my father, but most of all Beautiful Noise.
In memory of my father, John Stuart Daubney. 26 November 1943 - 22 October 2007