Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
I've been undertaking a little online Christmas shopping this morning. For the uninitiated a little online shopping is similar to big online shop, just with fewer purchases. I'm uncertain of the gift volume parameters for differentiating if retail procurements are little or big in size. The nearest guidance from my normally erudite adult son Jonny... Continue Reading →
Among the many emotions manifesting from exposure to certain pieces of music are memories evoked by its lyrics and/or melody. Anthems that are indelibly etched on our life canvases, bringing to mind memories of joy, sadness, despair and wonderment at why there's a brass band in our living rooms. Recently I've been enjoying listening to... Continue Reading →
I've been creating an inventory of my old man's vinyl albums this morning. As he'd a real love of many genres of music, I was somewhat surprised to find a paucity of Long Players (LPs) in the dusty box located on a garage shelf. A drop in the ocean compared to his sizeable cd collection, which boasts eclectic choices of jazz, musical theatre, pop and rock to name a few.... Continue Reading →
Penny Lane via trip down memory lane Tour d’mystere magical; GPS unrequired Abbey Road delay; quartet joining chicken across road Caricature taken on sojourn nostalgic; vinyl album genesis Though with Collins as solitary balladeer. Talk of man in gabardine suit engaged in espionage Greyhound passenger; accusations of camera in bow tie Materialised empty assumptions; mischievous... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening, I ambled down memory lane in the company of old vinyl albums and my pater. During this saunter, he and I re-visited the easy on the ear tunes of David Gate's Bread, the melancholic songs of Phil Collins first solo album and a clutch of Paul Simon classics. Our sojourn ending in the 1960's Sands club, Las Vegas with the... Continue Reading →