I remember my dad, a real opera buff, saying “That lad can sing, lovely dark brown voice” after he saw Scott on Top of the Pops.
Praise indeed from him.
I saw the Walker Brothers in 1967, on a package tour with […]

SteveT: I recommended the podcast to Ian Clayton. He got back to me an hour later, saying how much he enjoyed it and that he owes you a pint!

Believe it or not, I saw him perform solo at a riverside pub near Whalley in the Ribble Valley, Lancs, about ten years ago. A competent performer of Americana, playing Keyboard, banjo and guitar.
Of course, […]

Sad news that their keyboard player and flautist Kofi Burbridge died yesterday.

I expect that the youth of today will expect a little more than a Crackerjack pen and pencil set.

Fogerty had a strange voice. Singing, he sounds as though he’s just been out huntin’ ‘gators. Talking, he sounds like Kermit the Frog

Does “Dixie Chicken” by the mighty Little Feat count as a comedy record?
If so, it’s my favourite.

I had coffee at the lady guest vocalist’s house in Sheffield just before Christmas.

An “artisan” is a middle-class person who takes on a working-class job.

Hasn’t M Jackson got a son called Blanket?

On 6 music, Wed 19 Dec, there was a documentary about Little Walter playing in a small club in Sheffield. Richard Hawley, who hosts. The programme, told a friend of mine that Sonny Boy Williamson used to clean his […]

Ms Bruce, unlike Dimbleby, was never a member of the Bullingdon Club.

Folk.

If there is another referendum, over 65’s shouldn’t be allowed to vote.
It’s no concern of theirs

I heard a tale once that Cale once threw Punk Poet Laureate Dr John Cooper-Clarke out of a first floor window at a party. Fortunately he landed on the flat roof of a kitchen extension.
What this has to do with […]

Just watched it. Marvellous. Rather odd seeing the insipid and washed-up Heinz on vocals with Marriott, one of the great rock voices, miming drums in the background.
Mitchell, Marriott, Hodges and Blackmore would […]

Bro?
No.

Doesn’t worry me one bit. I do, however, hate being called “Bud”.

Before everyone got televisions, a fair proportion of the population went to the cinema at least once a week. The film industry must have been working full tilt to keep up with the demand. I watched 6-5 Special […]

As the old joke goes, if only Mama Cass had given Karen Carpenter that sandwich we’d still have two great singers.