My tribute to Valentine’s Day, dedicated to Twilight and Rossa, with a certain person in mind:
Songs, music, mostly start out as set pieces, continue that way and if they’re catchy, they’re hits.
The ones I like best are those which start that way but somewhere along the line – in the middle, near the end – someone takes it and breaks the shackles, with the band keeping up as best they can.
Here are three such songs. First, the flute – you were never sure where you were with Ian Anderson [2.36]:
Personally, I can’t imagine a better way to greet a Sunday morning than a lovely woman with a golden voice:
[Chap who made this apologizes for “love” instead of “loathe” in the lyrics]:
This melancholy winter motif is close to my heart and Fairport did it well. Here’s one other in the same spirit:
Even that makes me sad as I’m now on the other side of the country from home. Weird that home’s just across the Pennines and I don’t go there. Eternal expat?
Bit late to the funeral. Oh well …
When someone grows up in a culture which embraces anti-war protest, civil-rights, sit-ins, student politics and Fabianism force fed by university lecturers and teachers, when someone is too immature to critically question the overtones to what seem straightforward grounds for protest, then that is typical of those of my day. Continue reading
… and in another genre:
In the light of recent musical offerings, not least the horny offering, Chuckles sends this [and note the first few words]: