This week, Jim is looking for a song from an artiste (or artistes) who is no longer with us. Sadly, there are far too many to choose from, but here is a performance by one who, along with Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison, succumbed to the 1970 curse of being 28 years old. There’ll never…
“Life? Don’t talk to me about life.” Marvin the Paranoid Android This week, Jim wants us to highlight a song that makes us think about life. Hmmm. It was Benjamin Franklin who famously said that the only certain things (in life, implicitly) were death and taxes. Neither of Franklin’s certainties are particularly pleasant to dwell…
This week, Jim’s looking for a childhood memory for Song Lyric Sunday. Firstly, define childhood: I think pre-teen is reasonable for this stage of development. That takes me to mid-1965, strictly speaking, but I’ve gone a bit earlier, because the Fab Four changed everything in 1963. Way back then, our radio options were very limited.…
This week’s theme for Song Lyric Sunday has Jim setting us a potential banana skin. We’re asked to write about a song that reminds us of ourselves. How to play this? Come up with something that smacks of – heaven forbid – self-aggrandisement and it’s just asking for trouble. And everyone will think you’re a…
Our Song Lyric Sunday Challenge for this week is to come up with a song from the year of our birth. In my case, that would be 1952. My birth (in May) actually predates the first official UK pop chart, which did not appear until mid-November. The first ever top of the pops was a…
This week’s Song Lyric Sunday assignment from Jim is to post a track from the first album you ever bought. There’s some scope for pedantry here. I’m pretty sure that the first album I was ever given was ‘A Hard Day’s Night’, but it was a gift (probably for Christmas), as I certainly wasn’t in…
There are absolutely no prizes for guessing who I was going to choose for Song Lyric Sunday this week, where Jim wants to see something from our (and his, apparently) favourite artiste(s). Choosing a particular song wasn’t quite so straightforward, although hardly difficult. After all, it’s not like the Grateful Dead don’t have an extensive…
Last week, Jim teased out the first letters of our surnames (those of us who wanted to enter into the spirit of the thing, at any rate). Now, he wants to know about our first, ‘given’, names. So now you know: my first name begins with ‘B’ – and so does this great rocker, co-written…
Jim’s doing a bit of digging this week: he’s after a song whose title begins with the first letter of the contributor’s surname. To be fair, he gives us the option of using any letter, but I don’t think confirming that my surname begins with a ‘C’ is giving away too much. So fair enough…
Lets face it, no matter how crucial to the overall sound that a rhythm section may be, notwithstanding what keyboards or saxophone can bring to the party, if it’s rock music it’s going to be nothing without that guitar riff. And here’s a pretty good one, which I’m sure one particular ‘sweet child o’ mine’…
