Across the evening sky, all the birds are leaving
But how can they know it’s time for them to go?
Indeed. Been one of those years, again, and sadly I’ve not been willing or capable of spending time posting stuff here. There’s been music, sure, but much of what I’ve been listening to is old. Either it’s music by artists I know and love and I’ve been digging into their back catalogue, or it’s stuff that I’d either never heard of (Jim Croce?) or I’d never in a million years thought I’d like.
Yep, Fairport Convention. That got me too. Reading the marvellous Electric Eden
Twenty minutes later, I’ve bought the album, and I’ve now listened to it more than almost anything this year.
Shit, I’m turning into a hippy. People died in The Punk Wars for this kind of thing.
Oh, and believe it or not, but I’m writing my end of year report. Two posts worth. Come back tomorrow.
MP3: Who Knows Where The Time Goes by Fairport Convention
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