Landing on my back
The Beatles in 1964.
A sense of total freedom
Music with a homespun quality and a twisted world view
“Before the winter fire, I will still be dreaming. I have no thought of time”
Art knows no prejudice
Whatever is inside you that someday might explode, and maybe you don’t know it’s there
A talented and kind man who didn’t get a whole of breaks in life. He was damned good.
Sunshine pop at its most remarkable
One swallow is enough
The world going wrong in 1964
Shrugging my shoulders. Rolling my eyes.
If electrons can be in superposition then people can be in superposition as well.
Memory is created from bits of experience stored around the brain
Silence is not golden
Here comes the thunder. Here comes the rain
Great music retrieved from a tall boot
It all looks sunny from up here
Don’t be afraid of the dark
There’s no cold wind this August
Hot! Hot! Hot!
The latest of the great eclectics
You’d better hold tight
Folkabilly, not folklore
Gerry Mulligan and Mike Bloomfield on opposite sides
The inside of my brain
Forgive. Understand. Forget.