As is often the case, I didn’t actually mean to write about what I ended up writing about. I meant to write about Baroque ‘n’ Roll again, but instead I ended up getting bogged down about Peter Noone out of Herman’s Hermits, David Bowie, Nietzsche, Edward Bulwer-Lytton, and Sandie Shaw. I feel that I ought…
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Oh Jackie, I Want You Backie. Or, Farewell Scott Walker, The Captain Of The Love Boat.
My earliest memory of celebrity death is Elvis’. I was six and it was the summer holidays. My Dad was usually the one who was at home with me and, while I’d be bodding off and about with the kids who lived near me, I always came home for dinner. His culinary expertise was limited…
Woke Gets In Your Eyes. Or The Times, They Are(n’t) A-Changing. Separating Art From Artists.
“Nobody knows what I’m talking about. I’ve got my own life to live. I’m the one that’s gotta die, When it’s time for me to die. So let me live my life the way I want to.” If 6 Was 9 – Jimi Hendrix. I’m into that. Maybe not the word ‘let‘ because you shouldn’t…
I’m Sticking With Lou. Or, Velvet Common Ground.
The Velvet Underground can’t have invented everything. Even though sometimes it seems a bit like they did. They can’t have because they only started putting records out in 1967 and, by that time, The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had been released and The Beatles had already invented everything. Well, not everything maybe,…
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