Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Come see about me

There will be more - but I am laying the track. Editorial privilege.

Diana, oh Diana!... and Florence and Mary. Too good to be fracking, girls.

And my current culture-clubber has informed me that the lady singing her heart out on Black Merda's stuff was a sister of the Hawkins bruvs.  He should know - he was twanging the bass strings.  Linnie sounds a bit like Tina Turner to me - nowt wrong with that. Before TT went into pomp rock doodah and ruined a great talent. If you'm black, babe, stay with the vibe.  White people cannot jump, or dance. In the main. You with me, CC?

This is going to get complicated -I am now listening to Gillan and Blackmore, Lord, Paice and Glover. Oh muck! How does one combine Di, Flo and Mary with Deepest Purple?

And by the way, why cannot the Septics even say 'Deep Purple' correctly?  The intonation and accent is on the 'purple' not the 'deep' you fuckwits. Surprised they weren't announced as 'The Deep Purple'. Country of similar-sounding genitalia.

In mitigation, I love the toons that the citizens present. And I will end briefly with Edwin Starr and '25 Miles' cos he wants to come see about his baby. Feet don't fail me now. I've got five more miles to go now and I got to keep on walking. You just have to listen and admire!  And, be buggered, feet not failing goes back to the 1920s - Stepin Fetchit.  You gotta do your research, and learn how to speak English, colonials.

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