On the relatively rare occasion of reading one of the good books, I was of course reminded of this glorious song by Joni Mitchell … Love Although I speak in tongues Of men and angels I’m just sounding brass And tinkling cymbals without love Love suffers long Love is kind! Enduring all things Love […]
To be 15 and in London with your brother and roaming the big city for 2 weeks with no phone and no parents and buying records at HMV on Leicester Square and taking this one back to your aunt’s flat and listening to this old American lady that you didn’t really understand but there was […]
I cannot begin to express my admiration for the late, great Nina Simone. She shines like a beacon in the fog. And this is perhaps the best version ever of – Black is the Colour of my True Love’s Hair – certainly the best I have ever heard.