It’s been many amoon since I posted anything and I do enjoy a good type. Blogger it is to be and hopefully so it shall stay. There’s a strange little castle picture up there in the corner, but it’s not too intrusive and far better than a pic of an old 50’s mic or something so I’ll let it pass for now. Might even grow to love it. Particularly as I’ve stayed in a castle. Looking closer it’s not a castle it’s a park or something. Never mind I’ve been to parks too. (n.b. since writing this I’ve edited the page. A park just isn’t me and it had to go. That’s just how things are…..)
Pic above of the Bank of England on stage at the Mersey River Festival earlier this summer.
Been listening to Dave Van Ronk’s beautifully haunting ‘Last Call’. A hymn to the drunken and heartbroken, it is mostly a fragile but soulful irish sounding vocal and melody with words that resonate with anyone that ever shed a tear full of alcohol. A character in a Lawrence Block novel described it as the ‘national anthem’ and I’ll not disagree.
Lawrence Block is another recent discovery. A master of the art of detective story telling, up there with Elmore Leonard and James Ellroy. Just grab any of them, I reckon they’re all going
to be great.
http://www.culcom.net/~shadow1/ Dave Van Ronk site
http://www.lawrenceblock.com/ Lawrence Block site
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