My Nonny’s Dead. Tolerable Folk Music Part 3: Anne Briggs.

In my house, Anne Briggs is the aural equivalent of Marmite. Which, in itself, is unusual because mostly, even though the three of us currently living here have differing tastes in music with some overlap, mostly we’re not inclined to get too uppity about each others’ tastes that don’t tally with our own. Well, that’s…

This Be The Curse. Or, We (Don’t) Mean It, Maaaan.

First things first: I’ve realised that my waffling has been getting worse, not better.  When I first pressed what WordPress laughingly call the “publish” button, it was about 12,000 words long.  About “normal” for me these days. And I got sick of reading it.  As it was about my big deal, I thought I’d have a…

The Phenomenon of Donovan: Part 1 – Introduction and Acoustic Troubadour.

“Bob Dylan is the poor man’s Donovan.” John Peel. “I’ll never forget hearing Donovan say “wanker” backstage at the Albert Hall about somebody.  I mean, I was absolutely…I almost dropped to my knees…it was like being punched in the face.  A terrible, upsetting shock.” John Peel. “If I can wend my way through the flowers…

Les Années Psychédélique – Part 2: La Responsable – Jacques Dutronc. Or, Vive Le Morrissey’s French, Spiritual Forefather. The Bastard.

First things first: I am enormously, feather-spittingly, cripplingly jealous of Jacques Dutronc. Second, my suspicion is that, despite Morrissey’s stated admiration for the work of Hattie Jacques, it’s this Jacques who he really had something in common with, at least in terms of this – absolutely cracking single. To draw a rough analogy in terms…