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…
Tag: The Kinks
Oh! How Strange The Loon. Or, John The Baptist by John & Beverley Martyn.
“Lying and poetry are the arts,” Oscar Wilde, The Decay of Lying. The week before last, something strange happened to my boring website with boring stories about boring things. Last week a lot of people read my post about The Only Living Boy In New York. The reason an unusually large number of people did…
Finger Pointing Songs: part 2. The Kinks. Or, A Respecter Calls. Or, It’s A Shame About Ray.
“Pity is easy, but it’s difficult to care,” Ray Davies. I like things to make sense and generally, to me at least, they don’t. I look for logic and I look for rationality in everyday life and, when I can’t find much, I can get a bit maudlin. So, what I’m doing here – realistically…
Poor Sharona. Or, No More Heroes.
“When you are not on your pedestal you are not interesting.” Oscar Wilde, De Profundis “If you’re put on a pedestal, you’re supposed to behave yourself like a pedestal type of person. Pedestals actually have a limited circumference. Not much room to move around.” Margaret Atwood Accepting compliments can be hard. I’m always quite impressed…
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