Sly And The Family Stone – The Making Of… Dance To The Music
And…the idiot in me that still cares…the one happy to have her heart trampled on will still share things like this… Because… I know no better.
Author: Priptona
50 something, living with partner, expressing every day ramblings.
Has The Façade Dropped Again?
He has always written so beautifully. A genuine wordsmith. Someone whose way of writing I will always admire. But…are they just words? Has the humility returned? I don’t understand the “shedding” mentality whilst it coexists with genuine mournfulness and degrees of regret. I regret the things I said whilst still feeling just in expressing my…
What *IS* The Gripe?
That was then, and this is now. A lot has changed in two weeks. A LOT!
Nouveaux Pâturages For The Anchoress
As album number two for The Anchoress nears completion, Catherine departs from Simple Minds to concentrate on her solo career. This blog will continue to watch the progress and keep you up-to-date with all things Anchoress.
I Miss The Feeling Of…Feeling Good
Today I will try and get some things done on the blog. I have audio to put up. The extract of Joe Donnelly’s interview with Debbie McGee, Jim Kerr’s interview with Janice Long, and all four parts of the history of Scottish pop – the compendium to the Rip It Up exhibition, currently on display…
Tonight’s Earworm (118)
Have played it several times today. I have been told it will get a pre-gig outing on Saturday night…I look forward to it 🙂
The Final Days Of The Lizard King’s Life In The City Of Light
Sophia Deboick writing in The New European, theorising on Jim Morrison’s final weeks and days lived in Paris – also a piece on partner and muse, Pamela Courson. **NB: The final sentence on the main article appears to get cut off. This is not of my doing, but how the article was printed.**
The Birth Of Glam Rock – Classic Rock Magazine
A fabulous read…from the eyes of those involved and those on its periphery.
Mourning…
Jim, I miss you. There are things about you that drive me absolutely nuts. I’m sure the reverse is also true. Of course it would be! I never deluded myself it could be anything else. But I miss…a new day. A day full of promise, and hope and joy. And you would always be at…