A Young Man's Fancy...
Today's epistle brought to you from the back of a car heading towards somewhere or other to talk Blockbusters with someone or other. When I get there and meet him/her it'll all become clear and my TV face will return once again. Until then, I shall tap away and wait for enlightenment.
Yesterday's trip to a large school in Oxford was as fascinating and intriguing as ever. After I'd done my turn and finished my slideshow (as I mentioned on the show yesterday) 2 girls aged about 13 or 14, who said they lived the show, asked me what music I liked. So emphasising the younger end of things, I mentioned Lady Gaga and The Shins, to be told that they preferred Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd, which put me in my place. It was their dads' vinyl collection that they loved and proved to me once again that release dates count for nothing anymore. My kids don't care when a song was released the way I did ('10 years old? I'm not into that old stuff' quoth me aged 18). All music is available all the time. Seems healthy to me.
Today we bring you an Equimosh, a seasonal rock-fest with Dr Mösh and a sack load of boom. And because I'm avoiding doing the budget (and we didn't do this on March 1st or yesterday) we'll do SPRING songs please. Spring has clearly sprung and we need to mark this before it snows. Or there's a heat wave. Fling open the windows, clean the house,buy some daffs, fall in love with a passing stranger and pass the antihistamine. And send me a song idea.
Have a cheery and jaunty Wednesday, see you after 5.