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Post by the drifter on Jul 18, 2016 20:23:34 GMT
I love oldies.
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Post by lana on Jul 24, 2016 10:49:41 GMT
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Post by clioseward on Jul 24, 2016 12:18:01 GMT
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Post by lana on Jul 24, 2016 15:02:43 GMT
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Post by aubrey on Jul 24, 2016 16:29:46 GMT
For my tenth birthday, the first record I ever asked for:
When I played it again after a gap of many years I was dismayed to hear the by-numbers brass at the end. I felt the same about the brass at the end of The Only One's The Beast. It has the same function as the way Boy Bands always move up a key (and also stand) for the last chorus - a cheap, thoughtless effect.
A few months later my brother asked for and got River Deep Mountain High. I still think I came out best.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 24, 2016 16:38:33 GMT
I really, really love this:
Me and my brother were taken to see this lot at Leeds Town Hall (City Hall?) in 1968 (I looked it up), along with Gene Pitney and Amen Corner (with Blue Weaver, who later played in The Strawbs and I think in the Bee Gees, where he made a hell of a lot of money).
I couldn't hear anything of the concert for the screaming, all the way through - I'm glad they don't do that any more. The group apparently did not like this record - they wanted to be known for their R&B (which, to be frank, is atrocious, ghastly stuff). They later became Gentle Giant.
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Post by aubrey on Jul 24, 2016 16:49:27 GMT
Eurovision Song Contest winner 1965 (I love her head movements):
I heard this for the first time a couple of years ago, through the bloke who introduced me to Kyary Pamyu Pamyu, and immediately thought it was wonderful. It's an amazing idea for a Eurovision song though, or any pop song: a girl wondering about having to sing songs about things (love) that she is too young to understand, just Serge's doll:
I'm a wax doll A sound doll My heart is engraved in my songs Wax doll, sound doll Am I better, am I worse Than a fashion doll ? It's like I see life through bright rosy-tinted glasses Wax doll, sound doll My records are a mirror In which everyone can see me I'm everywhere in the same time Broken in a thousand pieces of voice Around me I can hear Rag dolls laughing Those who dance to my songs Wax doll, sound doll They let themselves be seduced For any old reason Love isn't only in songs Wax doll, sound doll My records are a mirror In which everyone can see me I'm everywhere in the same time Broken in a thousand pieces of voice Alone, I sometimes sigh Thinking, what's the point Of singing love like this, without reason Without knowing anything about boys? I'm only a wax doll Only a sound doll Under my sunny blond hair Wax doll, sound doll But one day I'll be living my songs Wax doll, sound doll Without fearing boys' warmth Wax doll, sound doll
(Serge Gainsbourg (of course))
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Post by lana on Jul 25, 2016 7:11:15 GMT
I well remember seeing The Crazy World of Arthur Brown on TOTP - loved it.
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Post by aubrey on Oct 14, 2016 15:46:54 GMT
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