Twitter generally deserves its reputation as a cesspit of unpleasantness. But occasionally someone rises above the ordure. Frank Gardener tweeted this:
Country pub down a village lane, a clear starlit night, temperature dropping, scent of woodsmoke in the air. Autumn in Britain. Love it.
My favourite season. Here’s TMT.
Surprised no-ones commented though we do this most years I think. I know a lot of people love Autumn but it’s not for me, being that it just heralds in months of gloom and grey. I’m sure it’s an age thing but I look forward to it less and less each year.
Same here. Beach weather pretty much over now. Soon I’ll be having to wear socks again. I hate wearing socks. If I had any money I’d happily bugger off to Australia for the next six months.
I know what you mean. I don’t like winter but I do like autumn. I wish we could go straight to spring!
I love autumn… the melancholy, the cosiness, the imminence of Christmas. And choons like this.
The autumn leaves, ravaged as they are, take on the flash of tattered flags kindling in the gloom of cool cathedral caves where gold letters on marble pages describe death in battle and how bones bleach and burn far away in Indian sands.
I have a strong sense of déjà vu. I think we may have had exactly this exchange last Autumn. And probably many Autumns prior to last Autumn. Doesn’t matter. I enjoy it. I’m already looking forward to the same exchange next Autumn in fact. I think I’ll miss it when one of us dies.
All is mutability and decay.
There’s a smell, any road up.
Love that!
I love Sinatra’s contemporaneous version too, but the heavy richness of Nat’s tone edges it here. “But I miss you…” is deliciously poised on the very edge of heartbreak.
I don’t think I’ve ever heard a bad version actually.
I’m very partial to a spot of Les Feuilles Mortes myself, with original lyrics by Jacques Prevert. Here given by the divine Juliette Greco to an audience of dullards.
A propos d’automne, these sonorous lines by Paul Verlaine were used by SOE to signal to the French Resistance that the D-Day balloon was about to go up:
Les sanglots longs
Des violons
De l’automne
Blessent mon cœur
D’une langueur
Monotone.
I intone them to myself pretty much every day at this time of year.
Fools. Don’t they know it’s spring?
Fake news – the world is flat, ain’t you heard?
Not meant as a list thread particularly but this little gem occurs to me, with Dan “Instant Replay” Hartman on vocals.
Fall, as it is here.
A blessed relief from a near constant 90 degrees plus and high humidity all summer. It hit 71 today when I was refereeing, and it was really, well, pleasant.
The leaves will start to turn soon, and the drive down the Blue Ridge Parkway will be gorgeous.
Autumn has always been my favourite season, and October my favourite month. Much more evocative of new beginnings than springs. Lots of my favourite things like warming red wines, dark malty beers, drawn curtains, spicy one pot dinners, gorgeous colours, snuggling under duvets all back into our lives. I’d be happy if it was autumn all year round.
Well of course spring has sprung here in Australia, which is nice even though its been a ridiculously mild winter, thanks to those left wing conspiracy theorists and 16 year old Scando girls. As I get older I do prefer the warmer weather, although there is a sense of foreboding about summer here. Bushfires have already started and they’re going to get worse. People will lose houses, farm stock and vast tracks of mostly inaccessible land will just be burnt out.
But there’s always Andy P’s favourite song to play, at any time of year…
My favourite time of year as well, but Sinatra ?.
Never heard it, never likely to.
I think of Autumn Almanac.
Football and rugby every Saturday afternoon and it’s early enough in the season for all the teams to still pull it round and win a cup or promotion.
Ray Davies got it.
If we’re talking autumn music I’ll throw in those lovely lines from Windmills of Your Mind, ‘When you knew that it was over we’re you suddenly aware / That the autumn leaves were turning to the colour of her hair?’, and this from Beth Gibbons, though neither really support my theory that autumn is the most uplifting time of year.
That is one lovely album.
Maybe it’s an age thing but I don’t enjoy this time of year – short days, rain , overriding grey. These days I’m with the Jayhawks
Visually, Autumn is my favourite season but the fall in temperature, not so much. I haven’t put the heating on yet but the windows have nearly all been closed up.
You do tend to get some good gigs and tours in Autumn, as musicians try to build up their finances.
And the TV channels introduce the new dramas and comedies.
I also recollect in my mis-spent long-ago youth that Autumn was the best time of year for parties.
No Justin Hayward? Really? I can only imagine that he’s regarding this thread with envious eyes. So here it is, complete with a nice story at the beginning: