I was never a party-pooper, you understand – at least I hope not – but at most of the parties I went to in my youth I’d most likely be the one on his own in the corner, crippled by tongue-tied shyness, avoiding eye contact and trying not to be noticed. ‘Twas ever thus. So…
“War is over and battles are gone After the war no one has won” Well, this was a lot harder than I initially thought it would be. Helen’s theme for this week is ‘Peace’. Lots of songs about, or including the word ‘Peace’, of course – and peace could mean the absence of war or,…
Throughout this year of stately progress through my music lexicon, it’s become pretty clear that the late teens is the most important time for the development and fixing of musical tastes. Much of that, naturally, has to do with the music that was current during that period of seething hormones and general angst. So, lucky…
“He thinks he is a flower to be looked at” An interesting challenge from Helen for Song Lyric Sunday this week: a song about bragging. That set me thinking, as I wouldn’t naturally pay much attention to any song about imposing an ego on others. But with a bit of lateral thinking I came up…
“Just to be the man who walked a thousand miles To fall down at your door”” Lots of songs about travelling out there to fit Helen’s theme for this week, of course. My first thought – as it usually is – was something by the Grateful Dead, and there’s certainly no shortage of them either.…
Through the miracle of the world-wide web, I know that it was the evening of March 1st 1969 that I spent in the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall with my brother (well, I knew that already – obviously) at a concert compered by the immortal John Peel, which featured a sitar player (Vytas Serelis, also a noted…
Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday theme for this week is ‘self-love’. It’s fair to say that this is a topic that’s – well, let’s say ‘open to interpretation’. Keeping it clean, however, as another participant has pointed out, there is a plethora of self-love songs written and performed from a feminine perspective, but for blokes the…
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