Great Lost Tracks - An Everyday Series

Great unsung pianner-pounders

An occasional series...


On the tee....

Nicky Hopkins



PS

How flat-out-cool does Keef look at 3.11

Hit me like ya did before... I caint eevuhhn feel the pain no moooowaah

Fukk Chuck

Check out the life-givin properties of Monshewer Johnnie Johnson

Pianner-pounder ex-shrewordinaire

Fond of a curry...

Most often to be found behind a 14ft bank of keyboards...

Distinctive lank, blond plumage that looks like it could do with a right good go at the Vosene...

Why it's one of the most prized of the rara avis amongst us pianner-twitchers...

Sir Rockin Rick



Lovely to hear the wee piano reprise coda (and the objet-trouve phone bit) restored to the clip...

... you can almost smell that pale orange RCA label.

Randy???























































Awwwwwwwww you better bleev it








He said Rand... I'm tired... how would you like to be The Boss for a while

The Killer

The Clown Prince...

Or...

...as notorious jazz-hound and amateur Charleston champ (Home Counties) TS ('Call me Tommy') Eliot put it...

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,

Deferential, glad to be of use,

Politic, cautious, and meticulous;

Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous —
Almost, at times, the Fool.



Wordy cunt



Now git on out there and tell your lie... what is it?

The King

(God bless him )

The Queen

(Gawd'elpus (Gawd most graciously 'elpus ) )

God

Henrik

Immo wrote:Welcome to "The Waxy Finger Folk Club"

Gallagher and Lyle

Marvelous!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JP6oIkOPWEM

Ole Bernard ('Benny') and Sandy coulda made it big on the folk scene if they hadn't have bin so hell bent on that golf mallarkey.

(Incidentally - did you know that the word 'golf' is derived from the games misogynistic origins and is an acronym for Gentlemen Only, Ladies Forbidden? Yeah??? ... Well you're a gulllible (ole) twat. It's completely apocryphal

Cuh!





I mean

Thank fuck I never got suckered in by that one )



I believe you can catch Barmy and Sexy on the seniors tour at Budleigh-Salterton this month

(Sevvy and Jose Maria are currently on the Senors tour ...dates T.B.C. )

Mo

Gallagher and Lyle brings back very strong memories for me from the early 80's.Heart on my Sleeve (I think)and Breakway.Also Budleigh Salterton has got a fantastic pebble beach.You can sit there for hours listening to the noise of the waves against the pebbles.

Nine-and-a-half hours to go

Best to make the most of it...

...I find

More of a Saturday-morning-7.00am-damp-limp-chloriney-smellin-towel-under-the-arm-and-fried-egg-rolls-afterwards kinda vibe offa this one for me normally....

(Ahhh nostalgia- it's fuckin rubbish nowadays)

...but needs must



The Pioneers - Let Your Yeah Be Yeah has the same effect - dunno why

On a Sunday night...

There'd be that burnt-fat smell through the house that only TWO squares in one day (Fry-up and roast dinner/stew & pastry) can produce.

Dad and 'oor Ann' would watch the New Avengers. Dad all kiddin on he was interested in the plot and 'O.A.' all Voseney and pre-Monday and happy to be enjoying the time with the old duffer.

Mam and me would do the Skeleton in the Sunday Express.

At ten... wunst Joanna had packed away her long and lovely gams for anurra week...

...and Dad had driven me and Mam up the wall by getting the last clue

(that we'd bin ing over for the last half-hour )

It was all...

Chop-chop, pieces for tomorrow... busy-busy, ma jeans washed?... work-work, 'Well if you need it for tomorrow it should've been looked for before this! ' bang-bang...

Both noisy female members of La Famille off to their pits

I remember BBC2 ran a series of arty late 60s/early-70s American films - The Great American Picture Show(?) - about that time.

(5 Easy Pieces, Electra Glide in Blue, Last Picture Show, The Wedding, The Swimmer...)

I was an aspiring arty wee fukker at the time and loved the idea of sitting up late watching these (mostly) long-winded, self-conscious, up-their-own-arse bore-a-thons.

The old man - God bless him - sat through every one of them and gamely fought the drooping eyelid in order to encourage my interest.

It was about the same time as he started buying The Observer and leaving it lying round the house. Even though his regular Sunday reading (at that time) never strayed beyond the Mail and the Post.

The only one he really liked out of the whole run was Terence Malick's meisterwerk...


De salut Beadin Bill

Everybody loves Steee-vay

I try not to fly in the face of public opinion

The wee sax line that runs through this is worth following

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...details... after the break

CaseyKasem CSC

Stupidly soaring...

Achingly yearning...













Dammit

I can never remember the name of the third Supreme.

Is it Brad Dexter?

The Rev

Nuff said



Lovely, breathe-y, intimate quality on this clip

Mellow Madge

Not the natural choice of the aff-ee-thee-yon normally...

But wotta fukkin song

Wotta fukkin vidja

And wotta fukkin star that woman was

Save some for Wednesday night immo, will be making my legendary half hour appearance before crashing after returning from stalking TGB.

crownliquor wrote:Save some for Wednesday night immo, will be making my legendary half hour appearance before crashing after returning from stalking TGB.

Oooh I love it when you return from a hopeless pine at the shrine of TGB

You're always all fulla self-loathing and love-lorniosity.

And then I feel like I fit in on here a bit better

For the TGB!!!

The advert for the poster at the start of the clip is a pain

The rest is....

Anyways... enough of that nigger shit.







Oh fuck

I said nigger.

Fukk....

I said it again

Just then...

...when I said "I said nigger"

Bollocks!

That's three times I've said nigger now.

Four if you count that last one.

Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger.

Plain as your face - there they are.

I mean... that's one of the worst words to use ever innit.

Nobody uses that one any more.

Makes it all the more shocking dunnit.

Like that time in 1967 when yer aged P's were havin a party and the
five-year-old you decided that the funniest thing in the world to do
would be to burst into the soiree shouting "Embdy want to see ma arse?"
and mooning the crowd.

Then doing it again after failing to get the requisite level of attention.

Although there were a few (embarrassed) giggles, the crowd soon tired
of the show and went back to their drinks and their KP salted nuts.

(oooo -errrrr )

It's a tragic tale.

But fear not readers... our hero made a recovery.

He's currently hale and hearty and telling himself that that kind of
blind trashing of sacred cows passes as valid comment on current
social mores. That after Sojourner Truth and George Washington,
Martin and Malcolm, Lenny and Bill... he's just another fighter at the
barricades of free speech.

It's all about choices I s'pose Peps.

You can sleep nights

Or you can plunder the comedy gold-mine that is paedophilia and swell
the ranks of a crowd that even Bewlay (with whom I see eye-to-eye on
almost no matter) has (fair play) seen fit to denounce.

A poser and no mistake.

BTW

It's not moral outrage - that's just a catchphrase for cocks who want
to be scabrously witty but, lacking the necessary inventiveness, have
to settle for being randomly offensive in the hope of hitting a raw
nerve somewheres down the line, thereby appearing edgy and
unfettered by 'straight' society.

(cf Jeremy "The Cock" Clarkson, Richard 'The Cunt' Littlejohn, Roy 'Chubby' Brown...)


Anyways... where was I...

Oh yeah - no more of that 'nigger' shit

For the ole steady presence Sev.





So good to be with... the people that know ya...