Excuse me, but is that it?

Thirty years or so ago, I worked in ‘The City’ (for the uninitiated, that’s the London financial district). As it was a requirement to get to one’s desk at an ungodly hour in the morning, like most of my fellow wage-slaves I would usually purchase my breakfast on the way into the office. On this…

Song Lyric Sunday: Acoustic Rock – ‘Cassidy’

Hang on. ‘Acoustic rock’? Isn’t that a contradiction in terms – an oxymoron, if you will. Like ‘military intelligence’? Well, apparently not. It’s rock music played on acoustic instruments, apparently. Personally, I don’t get it. I’m a simple man, and for me, it’s an either/or. However, there are, admittedly, lots of songs that in their…

Song Lyric Sunday: Underrated – ‘Love You To’

This week’s challenge for Song Lyric Sunday is to post an underrated deep album cut. Tricky, because who knows what other people consider to be underrated – it could be a firm favourite for someone. It may seem counter-intuitive to select a Beatles album, but everything is relative and a song that’s on the same…

Feed the aged

Cards on the table: I am 71 years of age. This is the only possible conclusion to draw from looking at my official documents, from birth certificate onward. But do I feel 71? That’s an interesting question, which can only really be answered with another: what is 71 supposed to feel like? Darned if I…

Song Lyric Sunday: Power of Colour – ‘Question’

The Moody Blues were at the peak of their popularity – and arguably also their powers – when I was in my late teens (late sixties, early seventies). I wouldn’t say they were my favourite band (probably not even top five in truth), but they produced some good stuff and I clearly remember being awestruck…

Song Lyric Sunday: Change – ‘It’s Over’

‘Change’ is this week’s broad theme for Song Lyric Sunday. David Bowie’s ‘Changes’ is a bit too glaringly obvious, even for me, so instead I’ve gone back to one of the first records I ever bought. I don’t think it needs any further introduction. Your baby doesn’t love you anymoreGolden days before they endWhisper secrets…

The sounds of silence

The romantic image of rural France is that it’s a haven of quiet peace and tranquility. For the most part it is, but it’s not a vacuum and of course it has its own characteristic sounds. Bizarrely, some people – incomers, obviously – have felt moved to complain that it’s actually too noisy in the…