away

see you next year petals... be good x

whispers (gettin' louder)

 

dusty singing we're doing fine on top of the pops popped out of the shuffle... dusty singing live on top of the pops... would you trust beautiful revolutionary dusty to sing we're doing fine live on top of the pops without sneaking anything sneaky in there? did you hear what she said? do you hear what she sneaked through? beautiful revolutionary dusty... oh dusty... 0.32... how much she cares... wishful thinking? oh dusty... (it's a brilliant thing regardless)

dusty springfield - we're doing fine

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it's a review

friday night in a very awkward to get to manchester suburb a shop front bar with a tiny back room a lovely shop front bar with a lovely tiny back room but still a very awkward to get to lovely shop front bar with a lovely tiny back room with someone who has made some of my all time favourite records of all time of all time in it... one of the world's greatest if not THE world's greatest safari suit and sandals wearers... here we were with twenty or so other people with the (like edwyn) taller (much) than you'd think still floppy gloriously silver haired brand new to my wide adoring eyes james flipping kirk just there wandering about all tall and unsafari suited and unsandalled and then playing us (about 20 maybe 30 of us) his songs with warren starry sky who did most of the chatting and singing and encouraging and was smashing at all three... there were beautiful you supply the roses and get on boards and a whole bunch of what's a new lp and we were at the bar again after half an hour absolutely  beaming ... glorious

james kirk - get on board

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hold the front page

in stunning news... i'm going out! tonight! at night! in the dark! not just to put the bins out but actually out... to see people playing pop music... and not just any people but james "tremendous" kirk... yes that one... in a tiny backroom of a tiny boozer... so of course i'm going out! it being the northern poorhouse the last bus there is at five past seven and the last bus back with quite a bit of a walk is half past ten so it's two busses one completely the wrong way... where's my crossrail... but james kirk people james "terrific" kirk... only got to see the orange juicers after he'd gone so i'm thrilled (obviously)

there should be a song i know but my music files are totally buggered and i can't seem to get you tube things to copy on here anymore ... bloody hell... anyway i've been singing get on on board a lot so go and find that it's super 

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she's been a scrubber all her life

a week of kitchen sliding stepping joy seeking in handfuls of 45s moving and doing it like a like a old lady high off a hugely satisfying pile of washing up... washing up how i love you always in the morning teatime pots and pans soaked the surreal baffling babbling of the alan brazil sports breakfast coffee hitting a job actually started and miraculously finished... satisfaction guaranteed... 

gene waiters - shake and shing-a-ling pt1

(there's a dishwasher i scowl at viciously even though it's a handy home to an old radio cassette player and a big bag of tapes assorted leads and some baking trays)