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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
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Loved the Evensong, ah, not so much the matins. Not sure who the thin bloke was but he was over egging it a little!
This one is genuinely good - honest, not invent. Hope you & yours have a lovely Sunday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=GB&hl=en-GB&v=b9QvaO2sq0c
Thanks, mr dtp, the thin bloke over-egging, Diva-style, was Graham Nash; the little fat fucker, Simon, has never, to my knowledge, played a wrong note in his life and this arrangement burnishesd the young Beatles' song to a lustre it almost doesn't merit.
Here Comes The Sun, another Our Tune, kept mainly for waking up after post-row reconciliations. And Graham Nash. When I was at school I used to cut pictures of him out of the Melody Maker and stick them on the wall next to my poster of John (Jon?) Mayall. That album with the sepia photographs, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, was it? And listening to Bob Harris murmuring secretively into the pillow via my precious Panasonic transistor radio. Where does the time go?
Aye, mrs n, Who Knows Where The Time Goes? The Nina Simone version is the theme song of these commentaries.
It was John Mayall; there were other, noisy, beardy Jon's but I think they were in Black Sabbath and Yes, of which I thankfully know less than nothing. Mr M or mr elby may know, Who Knows Where all The Jons are.
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