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no responses. February 1, 2016 Colin Kennedy

THIS IS OUR LAST DANCE…


THIS IS OUR LAST DANCE…

First an apology. It’s been a month since David Bowie died and if you’re suffering from Bowie fatigue then trust me, it’s not my intention to add to your misery but I just feel the need to add my piece to the Everest of tributes. Many hundreds of thousands of words have been uttered in his honour across every conceivable forum, many by people who in some cases knew him or worked with him for forty years or more. My blog for February had already been written when the news broke but I decided to park that one and start again.

The alarm on my phone sounded at 7.15 on the morning of January 11th and I scrambled across the darkened room to silence it. When I picked it up my attention was immediately drawn to the notification scrolling across the top of the screen – “Guardian Music : David Bowie dead at 69”. It took a moment to fully register with me, blinking, re-reading the headline and then clicking through to the full article to make sure I’d read it right. But there it was….

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Harry Nilsson

one response. January 13, 2016 Brian Kennedy

The Most Depressing Song Of All Time…


The Most Depressing Song Of All Time…

Over the course of a year I’ve been writing about the 100 most depressing love songs of all time, so if you haven’t killed yourself by now or maybe want that suicidal three minute tune to set you running for the nearest noose then you might want to read the following.

‘Without You’, a song made famous by Harry Nilsson, strangled by Maria Carey and murdered for good measure by Celine Dion is without doubt the saddest song devoted to love in the history of music.

Over the top? …. Read on.

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Ray Moore

no responses. January 6, 2016 Colin Kennedy

“I’ll carry on doing this until I drop”…


“I’ll carry on doing this until I drop”…

Of the many marvellous aphorisms ascribed to Oscar Wilde there’s one which rings particularly true. “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all”. As ever with this kind of thing Oscar nailed it and when I’m at a loose end it leads me to the bookcase to shake the dust off some volume hitherto untouched since, well, since the last century in some cases. Last month it was “Tomorrow is too late”, Ray Moore’s autobiography. I bought it and first read it back in April 1989, I know this because I’d scribbled the date inside the front cover.

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Christmas Music

2 responses. December 11, 2015 Colin Kennedy

Season’s Greetings one and all!


Season’s Greetings one and all!

A couple of months back I was considering ideas for this, the December blog. Something suitably yule-themed was the obvious line to pursue and what better way to do it than to write about Christmas songs we have known and loved. Easiest assignment ever I thought. It’s the blog that writes itself, and so it proved too as I set off at a whirlwind pace. So far so good then, that is until I reached what I would consider the half-way point. The “obvious line” it seemed to me was straying ever wider of the mark to the extent that I was well on the way to writing an Anthony Beevor sized tome, more or less starting with “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing” (still the greatest, folks!) and getting to 1973 and Slade’s blockbusting “Merry Xmas Everybody” before the realisation dawned that Slade’s song alone is worthy of a blog or book in its own right….

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Plane Sailing?

no responses. November 27, 2015 Brian Kennedy

Plane Sailing? The Unfortunate Five


Plane Sailing? The Unfortunate Five

Croce self produced his first album ‘Facets’ in 1966 with $500 that was a wedding gift from his parents. The Louisiana native came into his own in the early seventies. ‘Time in a Bottle’ topped the Billboard charts, a feat he equalled with the Worldwide smash ‘Bad Bad Leroy Brown’. It automatically thrust Croce into the limelight, something the singer was ill-prepared for. However his blend of Folk Rock was perfect tonic for the excess swinging sixties and Croce found himself a champion of the folk scene.

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