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
Friday, 9 July 2010
EVENSONG. REMEMBER, O THOU MAN, RICHARD THOMPSON AND FRIENDS
Once, long ago, in Coventry on a Christmas Eve, I watched a Rod Stewart concert on the telly before wandering over to midnight mass in St Mary Magdalene's and I thought just the same thing, all around me were blokes singing better than that posturing egomaniac. It may be a consequence of that experience that I have never seen a Callow programme.
I think he just likes the chords, mrs n. I found a concert he did with his recent band on Scottish TV which kept me up all night, leaning on the windowsill; pure rock'n'roll, of an Anglican variety. Wish more people appreciated him.
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And there we are. A man singing in a taxi producing better noise than Callow and his ilk will ever not dream about.
Once, long ago, in Coventry on a Christmas Eve, I watched a Rod Stewart concert on the telly before wandering over to midnight mass in St Mary Magdalene's and I thought just the same thing, all around me were blokes singing better than that posturing egomaniac. It may be a consequence of that experience that I have never seen a Callow programme.
Love that RIchard Thompson, even singing Oops I Did It Again.
I think he just likes the chords, mrs n. I found a concert he did with his recent band on Scottish TV which kept me up all night, leaning on the windowsill; pure rock'n'roll, of an Anglican variety. Wish more people appreciated him.
It's a fifteenth century hymn, mr mongoose, about how we must, all of us, frame, in advance, our own Cloze-ya.
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