The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59
Saturday, 29 May 2010
EVENSONG: MAESTRO THOMPSON, OH, PLAY ME A BLUE SONG AND FADE DOWN THE LIGHTS
I just love "......and Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend, that we care for each other, 'til the band reach the end?"
I was a latecomer to Thompson, Mrs n, so not a fan in the accepted sense and I used to find that he was so close to the bone sometimes that it was unbearable but after a few years his art had helped me understand, a bit more, the meaning of being a man.
There are other, orchestrated versions, if you look for them, mr mongoose, which are an even better noise.
Cheers!
ReplyDeleteSometimes nothing else makes sense.
ReplyDeleteExcellent noise, Mr I. One step for sighing and two for crying indeed.
ReplyDeleteI just love "......and Miss, you don't know me, but can't we pretend, that we care for each other, 'til the band reach the end?"
ReplyDeleteI was a latecomer to Thompson, Mrs n, so not a fan in the accepted sense and I used to find that he was so close to the bone sometimes that it was unbearable but after a few years his art had helped me understand, a bit more, the meaning of being a man.
There are other, orchestrated versions, if you look for them, mr mongoose, which are an even better noise.
I remember him from the Richard and Linda Thompson days.
ReplyDeleteJust off to oil me zimmer frame.