Some of my packing for the Troubadour roadtrip

Watching “Troubadours: The Rise of the Singer-Songwriter” on BBC Four last night made it very clear that I need a time machine.

I’d pack some floaty dresses, a dog with a bandana and plenty of floral hair garlands, I’d then drive over and pick up Alex before travelling to LA circa 1971.

We’d head to the Troubadour and watch Carole King then try to chat up James Taylor and Jackson Browne (mmmmm…1970s floppy haired boys with guitars…). I’d insist on heading up to Laurel Canyon, just to see what all the fuss was about. I’d also find out exactly how Carole managed to make a crew neck jumper and jeans look so good.

It would be the road trip to end all road trips. And we wouldn’t have to straighten our hair or even bother to brush it for, like, a whole week.

While I’m waiting for the time machine, I’ll make do with YouTube videos, ditching the straighteners and walking around with bare feet.

See you in 1971!

BBxxx