For the first time in ages, I heard the Stevie Wonder song Master Blaster (Jammin) on the radio this morning . Listening to its upbeat reggae tones with the unmistakable voice of Michigan's finest emanating from my digital radio, took me on a neurological venture back to spring 1981. In particular it brought to mind a three night trip to London,... Continue Reading →
Have You Seen That Stevie Wonder Tape, Dad?!
They say that money talks. Well, that may be the case, but I’d wager it wouldn’t get a word in edgewise with my mum. Someone once said of her that “she could talk until the cows come home!” As she never shuts up and we haven’t got any cows it is an analogy of unerring... Continue Reading →