something for the going outers and the staying inners both a glorious tune for gentle wandering and whistling and a new your heart out full of petula and scott and little anthony and tony hatch and the royalettes and michael legrand and glen gould and all the everywheres between to keep you nowhere near anything even faintly flotilla or forlock tugging the whole hide under the covers till it's gone weekend
as our dear old ghosty pal is flying high in a friendly sky leaving on a jet plane up up and away perhaps we should cheer him home fill the gaps join the dots hands across the ocean or somethink. and play records as we sip something warming
the lovely rob ryan called to let you fine londony folk know you can go see jeb loy nichols doing a preview of his new lp and rob playing records upstairs at ronnie scotts this wednesday night between seven o'clock and nine o'clock free gratis and for nothing. how lovely. go cheer along cherubs
i missed the last one so will be making up for it this time with extra dancing extra chatting and extra hanging about at the bar. it'd be lovely to do it all with you.
like mick says "this, more than any other, i associate with rob at 99p. i love it. if you missed saturday night, you missed a treat"
all that intros hoohah kinda got me slighly flummoxed baffled and downright slightly wondering bout all that what we know and just sort of take for granted other folk know specially you lot whose songs fill all manner of bits of round here. i guess i just take somethings for granted with you my lovely pals things i kind of know you know even if you don't like being all the way and back again with brasil 66 devestated by everything glen campbell/jimmy webb rocked and romanced by the modern lovers exploded by those first twangs of that's where it's at...
so just to fill any gaps here's how they should've sounded
now about those picture clues... rhoda off of the telly oh you remeber vincent price oh i know bus driver for matt the singing bus driver dark satanic stephanie like a snowball rolling bogart and bergman dance to perfidia a landslide cooke galveston inner shelf. what was i thinking. sorry.