winter

Four Seasons

05/10/2022 by MC Escher 56 Comments

Inspired by a comment about Talk Talk’s Colour Of Spring, I find it — cheap irony alert! — all brown and misty and redolent of autumn for some reason. Don’t you find some records just embody a particular part of the year?

I am not talking about Christmas records here, just one that you reach for on the first warm day of spring, or maybe when you find yourself putting on an extra layer when the leaves start turning orange. Alternatively, there are those records that immediately put you in mind of a certain season, whatever time of year you hear them, in a similar fashion to one of those pastries Proust bangs on about.

I think we have a wide enough spectrum of tastes to avoid the “Summer? Let’s slap on the Beach Boys Endless Summer!” option, don’t we? But if it genuinely signifies summer for you, well, just provide a hipper less civilian alternative…

Man’s Not Hot – The Winter Warmer Thread

25/11/2017 by Milkybarnick 10 Comments

My wife left for work this morning and said “I’ve got to leave a bit earlier so I can scrape the car…”

Winter seems to be upon us in the UK – it’s certainly more taters outside than it has been. How about some warming tunes to ward off the chill? And no, I’m not posting Big Shaq, someone else can do that.

Shakespeasre’s Christmas song – who knew? And it’s great…

21/12/2016 by Colin H 2 Comments

I stumbled on this newly uploaded vid for Hilary James’ wonderful setting of Will’s ‘Winter’. Good Will to all men (and women)!

Cropredy Solstice

11/02/2016 by thecheshirecat 34 Comments

I don’t hibernate. I keep active through the winter. I’m no hypochondriac and I wouldn’t insult genuine sufferers by suggesting I experienced SAD. But I can’t deny that I live for the summer. Life for me revolves around cycling and festivals and there’s no getting away from the fact that both work better with warm sunshine and long hours of daylight. I book my festivals as early as I can; it makes tangible the prospect of a distant season long before it arrives. It helps me cope with the winter sogginess of this England’s cheerless marshes, as someone may have said.

Boy, how I understand why the pagans celebrated certain key dates of the year – the turning points, the banishing of the darkness, the renewal of fertility. But Midwinter’s Day just isn’t, is it? The middle of winter, I mean. There’s far too much still to come. But today it was light as I cycled home at five o’clock, earlier in the week there were blue tits singing like it was spring. By the second weekend in February, you can believe that the end is in sight; we have passed Top Dead Centre of winter. Now we dare celebrate. » Continue Reading.

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