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…
Something chilly is the order of the day for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, so how about ‘The Boss’ himself? A tenuous link to the brief, perhaps, but who knows what a ‘freezeout’ is anyway? Tear drops on the cityBad Scooter searching for his grooveSeem like the whole world walking prettyAnd you can’t find the…
Another confession this week, after admitting to my only hazy idea of what constituted Indy rock last time. When I saw that this week’s prompt was ‘power pop songs’ I thought perhaps Jim meant the kind of thing (not usually my thing) that is often referred to as a ‘power ballad’. Fortunately, however, I availed…
There’s a festive theme to Jim’s Song Lyric Sunday this week. Well, we’ll see about that. This is a song that certainly fits the brief in terms of title, although it is anything but festive. Bruce Springsteen wrote ‘The Last Carnival’ in memory of former E Street Band member Danny Federici. It features on the…
Hot or cold is the overarching theme for Song Lyric Sunday this week, so here is a hot version of a ‘cold’ song. What a live performer is Bruce Springsteen. Teardrops on the city Bad Scooter searching for his groove Seem like the whole world walking pretty And you can’t find the room to move…
Here is the fourth instalment of my contribution to the 30-Day Song Challenge currently running. 19 A song that makes you think about life: ‘Five Years’ “My brain hurts a lot” So, what would you do if you definitively knew the date of your own demise (and, more particularly, that it was not that far…
I hadn’t guessed Helen’s theme for this week’s Song Lyric Sunday, desp[ite the clues from the previous two challenges. It’s pretty clear with the wisdom of hindsight, though. It must have been hiding in plain sight. Be that as it may, when I saw that the theme was ‘hiding’, I knew that I had listened…
Jazz is not like Marmite. When it comes to that disgusting yeast extract you either love it or you hate it – and you now know my position on the matter – but there is some jazz I like and some I just can’t bear. I don’t know why – I’m nowhere near enough of…
“There’s something happening somewhere baby, I just know that there is” This week, Helen at This Thing Called Life One Word at A Time wants a song from the 80s….. My initial response was that the eighties was a bit after my time really. I tend to associate that era with New Romantics and bad…
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