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Kandor
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Salvadore, the afternoon sunlight,
Is folding around me..
The dishes are done.
The buildings here,
Tall as our mountains,
Slice through the windows
And cut off the sun
The opening lines to one of my favourite songs.
It's taken from 'The Capeman' by Paul Simon.
There was even a musical based on the Capeman which unfortunately flopped badly, the CD never sold that well either yet it won acclaim as one of his best works.
I've been a great fan of music now for over 50 years...as a very young boy I used to listen to the 45's my elder brother and sister had saved up to buy and play repeatedly on an old record player.
I used to be surrounded by the sounds of 'Are you lonesome tonight' by Elvis and watch my sister 'Rock around the clock' to Bill Hailey.
Then I had the quiet years..some songs stick in my mind, not because they were good but for other reasons, like my Mom laughing out loud to 'My old man's a dustman' by Lonnie Donegan.
When I was 15, I worked as an apprentice Plumber (tuppence a week and all the Rats you could eat)..I was in a place called Ward End helping a Plumber called Albert put some guttering up (calm down girls, I know it's a wild turn on)
Out of a nearby bedroom window poured out 'The sounds of silence'
From that day I was hooked on Paul Simon...
He stamped out his greatness 3 years later with the most wonderful song of all time..
'Bridge over troubled water'..when Art Garfunkel hits those last notes, the hairs still rise on the back of my neck..simply, simply magical.
It's strange really, look at any top 10 from the 60's or 70's and I bet most people can sing along with 80% of the songs, do you reckon kids will be doing that to todays music in 30 years time? I doubt it.
And I realise I have become my Father (without the heavy drinking and gambling though) I do the same things he did, shouting at my daughter to turn off LJ Bukem or the Killers..I deem it music unworthy of filling my ears.
Dad was almost a Brummie..born on a farm in Water Orton called 'Forge Mills' it was subject to a compulsary purchase order in 1920, my Grandad mourning the death of my Grandmother following the birth of my Uncle Les, let it all go, losing every penny in the process..they all decamped to one of the poorest areas in England..
Nechells..
We've all heard of black holes etc..Nechells was the proof they existed, quick to pull you in, an eternity to let you go.
Over the entrance to Dantes inferno hung the sign 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here'
Nechells beat it by a country mile..
I am playing my song as I type this..I find it inspires me (not very well I hear you say)..my hairs are rising already and it's time to let this particular posting go..
I hope sometimes, someone, somewhere, enjoys my writing..
I hope at times, my words are just like that 'Bridge over troubled water'
I hope that sometimes my words, will ease your mind.
Is folding around me..
The dishes are done.
The buildings here,
Tall as our mountains,
Slice through the windows
And cut off the sun
The opening lines to one of my favourite songs.
It's taken from 'The Capeman' by Paul Simon.
There was even a musical based on the Capeman which unfortunately flopped badly, the CD never sold that well either yet it won acclaim as one of his best works.
I've been a great fan of music now for over 50 years...as a very young boy I used to listen to the 45's my elder brother and sister had saved up to buy and play repeatedly on an old record player.
I used to be surrounded by the sounds of 'Are you lonesome tonight' by Elvis and watch my sister 'Rock around the clock' to Bill Hailey.
Then I had the quiet years..some songs stick in my mind, not because they were good but for other reasons, like my Mom laughing out loud to 'My old man's a dustman' by Lonnie Donegan.
When I was 15, I worked as an apprentice Plumber (tuppence a week and all the Rats you could eat)..I was in a place called Ward End helping a Plumber called Albert put some guttering up (calm down girls, I know it's a wild turn on)
Out of a nearby bedroom window poured out 'The sounds of silence'
From that day I was hooked on Paul Simon...
He stamped out his greatness 3 years later with the most wonderful song of all time..
'Bridge over troubled water'..when Art Garfunkel hits those last notes, the hairs still rise on the back of my neck..simply, simply magical.
It's strange really, look at any top 10 from the 60's or 70's and I bet most people can sing along with 80% of the songs, do you reckon kids will be doing that to todays music in 30 years time? I doubt it.
And I realise I have become my Father (without the heavy drinking and gambling though) I do the same things he did, shouting at my daughter to turn off LJ Bukem or the Killers..I deem it music unworthy of filling my ears.
Dad was almost a Brummie..born on a farm in Water Orton called 'Forge Mills' it was subject to a compulsary purchase order in 1920, my Grandad mourning the death of my Grandmother following the birth of my Uncle Les, let it all go, losing every penny in the process..they all decamped to one of the poorest areas in England..
Nechells..
We've all heard of black holes etc..Nechells was the proof they existed, quick to pull you in, an eternity to let you go.
Over the entrance to Dantes inferno hung the sign 'Abandon hope all ye who enter here'
Nechells beat it by a country mile..
I am playing my song as I type this..I find it inspires me (not very well I hear you say)..my hairs are rising already and it's time to let this particular posting go..
I hope sometimes, someone, somewhere, enjoys my writing..
I hope at times, my words are just like that 'Bridge over troubled water'
I hope that sometimes my words, will ease your mind.
