Pat on the back for myself, but I saw this theme coming, having looked at the Marquessa’s fiction prompt for this week. It was Dylan Thomas who wrote: “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light” Amen…
“We thought we could sit forever in fun Our chances really was a million to one” Serendipity can be the strangest thing. Today, Helen has set us the theme of ‘Friendship’ for Song Lyric Sunday – and only yesterday I published a post about my five most-viewed posts, but only specified four of them. The…
One of the little projects I have in the works currently is to write about songs that no-one should ever even try to cover, because the original artiste has just done the job definitively. There is, of course, a flip side to that, and it happens to be this week’s theme for Song Lyric Sunday:…
“Don’t wanna treat nobody like they was dirt” Hard to believe that I’ve been participating in Helen Espinosa’s Song Lyric Sunday at This Thing Called Life One Word At A Time for over four months and not yet put up something by Bob Dylan. Well, today’s the day we make it right. This week’s theme…
D? Dylan of course. It’s really hard to imagine anyone with an interest in music and a serious side to their personality hitting their teens in the mid-sixties who wouldn’t go for Bob Dylan as a major influence. I’m certanly no exception. I was never an enthusiast for the traditional folk music that Billy Connolly…
During my first year as a student at the University of Kent, between October 1970 and June 1971, I lived in room E1 S4 of Eliot College. Why ‘E1 S4’? You may well ask. Simple really: it was room number 4 in the south corridor on the first (ground) floor of the east block of the…
the only deadhead in the hameau 