In the Lap of the Gods.

A few days ago… well, look, I won't lie to you, it was two weeks ago, Killer Queen by Queen was playing on the wireless, you know the one, "She keeps Moët et Chandon, in her pretty cabinet..." and as the song finished and faded into the next song on the radio station's playlist, in … Continue reading In the Lap of the Gods.

Tuesday, 31st August 2021.

Woke up, it was a grey Tuesday. Went downstairs, brewed the tea, watched a few minutes of the (frankly depressing) news on TV. Took the tea upstairs for the customary half hour lie-in, listening to the wireless. It was just coming up to the hour and Radio Caroline had gone into commercials mode, so I … Continue reading Tuesday, 31st August 2021.

Spicy Progressive Concierto Burger, anyone?

Musical appreciation, a blog piece in three parts at least, in which I digress... I know, I know, I've said it before but I'm jolly well going to say it again. Musical appreciation is hugely subjective. One person's Rib Eye Steak is another person's Tofu Burger. Speaking of which, which I don't believe I was … Continue reading Spicy Progressive Concierto Burger, anyone?

Vast and bleak and godforsaken

Musical appreciation, subjective, blah, blah, blah, it’s been said before… I love (most of) the work of Joni Mitchell but her 1977 release, "Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter" took some getting into. Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter - Joni Mitchell Some pieces immediately "grab" you, others seem to "grow" on you but here’s the question, if you … Continue reading Vast and bleak and godforsaken

What influenced my musical taste?

Facebook; if you do it, you do. If you don’t do it then that’s fine, it’s not compulsory. Every so often these things come around; choose your top 10 or 12 favourite… albums, books, baked beans, post a picture with no explanations, one a day for 10 or 12 days, and nominate somebody else to … Continue reading What influenced my musical taste?

The quality of music is not strained. It rumbles as the gentle train to Chesham.

At one point I realised that I had a great big foolish grin on my face. I was singing along, even to the Italian songs, well, as much as I could remember. I was carried away with the euphoria of it all. This was the music I had listened to on my trusty Dansette all those years ago. This was the music I loved.