I was twelve years old. br br The one-man band from Duluth br with harmonica br blowing in the wind. Not you, true br boyo br destined br to die forever br young; br br a few of us br br kids brought your into- br nations back to life br on Saturdays after classes br at the Dundee Rep. br The others read. br Fumbling into love br with consonants and tones, br br the idea of Wales br br suddenly began to regurgitate a mouth - br organ for blowing raspberries br and getting lost and passionate, and all br without even knowing br I had swallowed br Llandudno br at the age of two.