wake up call

heavens but it's vague as all anything around this poor noggin right now bath chaired and tartan blanketed gin in the afternooned orchid drowsed like some chandler dodderer like some pier sheltered dearie like how old mal plays this...

mal waldren - warm canto

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maybe baby

please please please be right little weather forecaster please please just this once this damp and gloom is kinda getting in these poor old bones and my it'd be grand to see the sun again some stars too and moonlight hey remember that lovers... in thanks and hope we offer you great wonder... rocksteady murder ballad mariachi horns and a spit in the jones's eye

sing it horace

horace andy - delilah

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dancing date

my but it comes round quick doesn't it... every other month and i can barely keep up. shocking really it is. in a very encouraging sort of way this plonked through the letterbox this morning and i shall now be spending the next three weeks perfecting my moves. i do hope you can join me

the softiques - two kinds of boys*

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*get yours from the lovely people at honest jon's

highbrow

oh for sweeping arches razor angles bus seat slashes...

here it's a wretched battle with untamable brutes... psychotic twins desperate for their individuality...

blossom dearie - the shape of things (live at ronnie scott's)

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buy blossom at honest jon's. they've still got that 45 of i like london in the rain too

torment tuesday

rowdy edition

billie davis - just walk in my shoes

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with thanks to the lovely pete gomes for flinging this our way

keep on learning

this week has been try to get a grip on the beach boys week courtesy of an all bases covered selection flung this way with the all the aplomb we've come to expect from the very davy his lovely self. i wish i could say i was any grippier but still all i hear are those too tight trouser notes and all too perfect harmonising and occasional funny looking gent in a swimming pool bananasnesses. i nearly get it nearly nearly but can't quite find the wobbliness that always takes me or hits the part where the tears well. maybe it's just that when don't worry baby plays there should always be castanets...

ronnie spector - don't worry baby

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now buy ronnie

scrubber

i like washing up. there. now you know. i've just finished the pots and pans and plates and knives forks and spoons and the lemon squeezer and colander and chopping board and mugs and glasses. come to think of it there weren't any pots. just pans. anyway i like washing up. in the sink with a co-op foam scourer. a dishwasher here would be given the mrs doyle teamaster treatment merciless and ruthless. this stillness and sunshine must have thrown me mind you cos as a rule it's an in the morning thing radio four nattering or the windows wide to the tweety birds almost certainly the only thing all day i'll start and finish. i think that's why i like it. the ah yes that's all done then thing. the last teaspoon clanking into the rack. that and the splashing about obviously

lonnie smith - move your hand

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