When working-class kids in Northern England left school in the 1960's they were herded like cattle into the apprenticeship system and put to work for a pittance in the many factories, shipyards and coalmines. This was intended to address the skills shortage in the heavy industrial areas which were the backbone of the British economy at the time. No consideration was given to any particular talents you might have or if you were suited to this type of work. If you weren't able to adapt, it was purgatory. A prison sentence. Imagine spending the best days of your life like this.
Ironically, after a few years the British government had systematically closed down these industries and there was no longer a need for the skills that people had sacrificed so much to acquire. They were now surplus to requirements and forced onto the dole. Many of us have bittersweet memories when we look back on those wasted years that changed our lives forever.
The best of times. The worst of times.
"Recorded live in February 1971 at Newcastle Mayfair Ballroom. Reyrolle Days was a swipe at the apprenticeship system in place in Britain in those days. We had all just served our time as engineering apprentices and it had left its mark, spending the best years of our young lives cooped up in a factory with thousands of other disenchanted workers.
"The story of the Mayfair Ballroom has become a real legend in the rock history of Newcastle. It's a venue we played many times over the years. The Mayfair opened in 1961 and spanned four decades as the countries longest running rock venue. Just about every major band played there. What a great feeling when you came around on the revolving stage to see and hear an audience of thousands cheering in anticipation as you started playing your music. Sadly, after much protest from fans, the Mayfair was demolished in the 1990's to make way for a new, modern leisure complex. How times change." Musical Juice
Reyrolle Days
We were all so young
Not turned seventeen
When we started on
Those Reyrolle days
Bound till twenty one
And we’d not be free
Spent those precious years
In a shallow place
But I was just a kid
How could I ever know
What might lie in store along the way?
Much too immature to ever realise
I’d come to hunger for those Reyrolle days
They stole the dreams from you
Took the best of times
As we stumbled through
Those Reyrolle days
Taught us what to do
Tried to change our minds
From a dazzling view to an empty space
But we were shining lights
We were young at heart
Not yet ready for those factory ways
So we spread our wings
And we flew apart
Never more to live those Reyrolle days
I’m much older now
And so wide awake
As I look back on
Those Reyrolle days
I’ve won through somehow
From some bad mistakes
And the tears have dried upon my face
And though at last it seems
That what I have is real
All my hopes were lost without a trace
But I still have dreams
And I long to feel
The way I felt back in those Reyrolle days
Reyrolle Days (c) Steve Nielson All Rights Reserved