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ThomThom Hickey one of the blessed 50s baby boomer generation, was born in London into an Irish family and formally educated at catholic schools and Cambridge University.  More importantly he was informally educated by the BBC, The Observer, The New Statesman and The New Yorker.  His music professors were radio giants Charlie Gillett, John Peel and Emperor Rosko. The print columns of Richard Williams, Ian MacDonald and Tony Russell were religiously read and annotated.

Further intensive study was conducted at the Hammersmith Odeon, the Hope and Anchor, the 100 Club, Ronnie Scott’s and the Rainbow. Many investment portfolios were foresworn in favour of sourcing recorded treasures from the hallowed halls of HMV, Colletts, Tower and Virgin Records and mail order outfits galore.

He has a continuing belief that you can never watch too many Westerns or Ken Burns documentaries, read enough biographies about Samuel Beckett or Buster Keaton and that there is always just one more Bob Dylan bootleg he needs.

To finance his obsessions he has worked in financial recruitment, as a charity campaigner and been a senior investigator into complaints about the NHS.  He now lives deep in the Surrey woods with his beautiful wife, graceful daughter and inspirational son.

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  1. Yep. I’m a jukebox fan, too. Culture-deprived in my childhood, but ever so curious to hear the gems coming out of the jukebox when I was a bit older! So romantic. They made me want to dance (not allowed) and cry (sometimes not allowed) and sing along (big no-no!). Thanks again for following my blog. I’m still honored.
    Elouise

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  2. I remember the jukebox and the songs of old. Now gone forever the music industry has their soul sold. The singers now old and faded. But I remember the music as I dropped my coin in and waited. The wail of love filled the diner wall to wall. And the old days now gone, have faded with time and will fall.

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