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Music Played22 items
Dolly Parton Home
Blue Smoke - The Best Of, Sony Music
Carly Simon Nobody Does It Better
The Very Best Of Carly Simon, Global Television
AC/DC You Shook Me All Night Long
AC/DC - Back In Black, EMI
Lenny Kravitz Are You Gonna Go My Way
(CD Single), Virgin
The Ting Tings That's Not My Name
(CD Single), Columbia, 1
Gregory Porter No Love Dying
Liquid Spirit, Blue Note, 001
Jerry Lee Lewis Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On
The Essential One & Only Jerry Lee Le, Trax Records
The Beat Hands Off - She's Mine
The Beat - Beat This!, Sire
Ram Jam Black Betty
25 Years Of Rock 'N' Roll: 1977 (Various Artists), Connoisseur Collection, 2
Dean Martin Gentle On My Mind
Acuff-Rose Opryland Music: 50th Anniv, Acuff-Rose Opryland
The Pierces Kings
(CD Single), Polydor, 001
Peter Gabriel Sledgehammer
Now 1986 (Various Artists), Now
Mungo Jerry In The Summertime
In The Summertime-Sound Of 70's, Part, Old Gold
Scouting for Girls Heartbeat
(CD Single), Epic
Sammy Davis Jr. Talk To The Animals
Sammy Davis Greatest Hits, Curb, 1
Pratt & McClain and Brotherlove Happy Days TV Theme
Television's Greatest Hits Volume 3 70s & 80s, Silva Screen Records Ltd
Electric Light Orchestra Hold On Tight
Fantastic 80's Disc 1 (Various Artists), Columbia
Midge Ure Become
(CD Single), Hypertension-Music, 001
Manic Street Preachers Walk Me To The Bridge
Futurology, Sony Music, 001
Tony Blackburn So Much Love
Blondie One Way Or Another
Blondie - Parallel Lines, Chrysalis, 2
Pause for Thought
From Rev’d Richard Coles, cleric and broadcaster:
We’ve heard a lot about British values this past week.
I suppose when that phrase is mentioned we think of tolerance, our sense of fair play, our sense of humour; it’s how we like to think about ourselves.
The trouble is they are clichés really; helpful as sort of shorthand, but not the whole story.
Not only for us, but for every nation. We’re going to hear a lot of clichés over the coming five weeks as stylish Italians, and efficient Germans, and plucky English, and – shall we say – fortunate Argentinians, take to the field of play in Brazil.
And as for the host nation – we’ve had nothing on telly but maracas and beaches and Samba and hotties in swimwear for weeks already. The tournament’s only just started and I’m already longing to see a morose Brazilian in a suit who can’t dance.
Because clichés, in the end, don’t tell you very much, apart from perhaps how we would like to be seen, rather than how we actually look.
On Wednesday I went to Westminster Abbey for the memorial service for Sir John Tavener, a composer who in the sixties was working with the Beatles, and in the nineties wrote that magnificent anthem for the funeral of the Princess of Wales. The Abbey, our great national shrine, was full. Prince Charles rubbed shoulders with Cerys Matthews (who’s practically Welsh royalty herself), a magnificently-bearded Greek archbishop with Steve Coogan, and a great mix of people from all the ends of the earth who had been touched by the music of a man who was raised with Presbyterianism, was at home in the Church of England, Roman Catholicism, and the Greek Orthodox faith, became fascinated by Hinduism and finally came to a place where all those definitions got very blurred. Not because he had no sense of values, but because he saw something greater than our differences, something big enough and generous enough and rich enough for all to find room enough to become, in all our difference, what we really are:
Brothers and sisters in the love of God.
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