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ludicrously tardy as ever a litle behind and all and i just know you good good people have been and thumbed your copy to crumpled already but just in case you've not why not go grab yourself some lovely lovely internet you can spill stuff on tear bits out off stick to your wall some actual magazine with real pages and everything imagine that pages paper pages. it's an utterly fabe undertaking you really should have and hold. go buy now

norma jean - i'm a walking advertisement (for the blues)

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day ten

what? day ten? ten? you mean twenty more to go? oh for heaven's sake...

"a song that makes you fall asleep"

i think they mean a song that you can go to sleep to. a bedtime sort of song. they do don't they. there was a time when my head was so full of clattering and rattling and hell it just needed distracting of a bedtime drowning out shutting up. the thing is records just filled it with other stuff lovelorn stuff as a rule what with your quiet songs almost always being murderous your franks and your tonys and your jonis and your peace peaces that never fail to wake you up ears pricked for the tiniest tinkles that'll leave you wide eyed all night and leave your heart battered forever indoctrinated

so no i don't think there is one. not a song. stories though. when i got my complete radio 4 sherlock holmes on cassette pile off of ebay i was gone to the world. missed the end of almost all of them. but here's one that'll slay you to the end that'll get the lips quivering

sherlock holmes - the casebook of sherlock holmes - the retired colourman

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day nine

"a song that you can dance to"

truth be known i'm a shuffler. a wiggler. not a stepper. hips not feet. i wish i could do feet but they get a bit too random half way through as a rule. wander. it don't quite get to that natural thing that gliding. cor i wish i could glide. to jazz most of all. glide and twirl. nothing fancy and all not showing off just the odd glide and twirl. still i'm a happy wiggler.

let's stick with the hits

bill withers - kissing my love

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day eight

"a song you know all the words to"

my dear old pal patrick had a leaving london do years ago oh hell years ago now upstairs in some boozer in fitzrovia i think assorted rocknrollers singing songs and showing off and making us miss him hugely already already and pat knew bruce words and paul knew mott and alex knew bob and all the slurry rest off us thought we knew stay free we met when we were at school never took no shit from no one we were weren't fools something something something something something something you know we piss on everyone in the classroom something something something something weekends we'd go dancing down streatham on the bus choas falling over spillages i love you love you smoking menthol i practiced daily in my room diddle didle diddle do do diddle do you were down the crown planning your next move go on a nicking spree hit the wrong guy each of you gets threeeeee years in brixton i did my very best to write how was butlins were the screws to tiiiiiight when you lot get out we're gonna hit the town we'll burn it fucking down to a cinder cos years have passed and things have changed i move anyway i'm wanna go and i'll never forget the feeling i had when i heard that you got home and i'll never forget the smile on face cos i knew where you would be and if you're in the crown tonight have a drink on me go easy bum bum bum bum step light ly buuuuum stay free



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day seven

they're struggling already...

"a song that reminds you of a certain event"

hell i'm struggling already. we've already had places people now event. event for gawds sake...

okay okay a quick one ... last sunday afternoon at dingwalls last record of years of delights and huge inspirations and daytime booze ups...




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day six

i can't take the pace really i can't...

"a song that reminds you of somewhere"

the entire john denver repertoire on the radio cassettte all the way to cornwall i don't know how many years in row. too many. i wouldn't torture you. quite why we didn't have more tapes is a mystery still. and it was a day and half drive. at least. more probably. almost every bowie record is my sister's bedroom with me banging on the wall. you just can't like the same records as your little sister. unless she pinched them off of you then you just like them a little less. and walmer bridge village hall is all manner of joy and pain. something for everyone. the rockers in a circle banging heads too school haired but dreaming of leathers and unimaginary guitars the farmer's boys and girls lined up for quo and the big bagged soulers tank topped and taking up the whole room same steps same songs every fortnight... clap your hands now...

the velvelettes - needle in a haystack

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oh my soul

quite marvelously another 99p soul has popped out of nowhere just when even i wasn't ready and you know how super prepared and with it we always are round here. i do hope you can join us sweetiepies just don't forget your castanets - you'll be needing them and all your sha la la la loo skills for this...

timi yuro - insult to injury

it'd be really lovely to see you if you're about

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