“Parents Evening > lecture (phew!)” / “Gonna tape machinehead again, distorted recording”
The d-d-d-dreaded parents evening!
I would be left at home alone whilst my parents went to the school and sat down in turn with each of my subject tutors (They were called “teachers” in those days, I use the modern vernacular so as to not confuse my younger readers) to discuss my progress, or lack thereof.
The end result – as the arrow suggests – led to a ‘lecture’, undoubtedly given by my Dad wherein I was probably told I had to ‘shape up’, ‘concentrate more’, ‘stop playing the fool’, ‘try harder’ and a slew of other (in equal parts) discouraging and encouraging phrases.
It appears that I took this all on board immediately, with the my first order of business… the necessity to re-record “Machine Head”. (The consequences of buying a cheap 54p cassette?!)
I’ve never been been keen on people telling me what to do.