No Regrets?

Looking back on my miserable life I find hundreds of regrets and what-ifs and it’s all down to my deep-seated fear of having fun. Let’s talk about music. I love music but when thumbing through the remains of my once excellent record collection I’m reminded that I had seen very few of my favourite acts live even though I had the opportunities. It wasn’t until I discovered classical music in my 40’s that I really got into the live habit and then I was spending 2 or 3 nights a week at Symphony Hall. That lasted for a few years until I got tired of rail travel disruptions and having to walk home from Rugby station at silly o’clock because there were no taxis. Nowadays I have to force myself to listen to any sort of music even though it’s conveniently in my pocket on my iPhone. In future to soothe my soul when typing up these updates I will dip into my collection of tunes and tell you what tickles my fancy and if you are that way inclined you can search them out too.

Humble Pie. Rockin’ The Fillmore. 1971. I Walk On Gilded Splinters. Music on the edge fuelled by alcohol and hard drugs.
Caravan. In The Land Of Grey And Pink. 1971. Nine Feet Underground. I think they now call it Canterbury rock.
Joni Mitchell. Mingus. 1979. The Wolf That Lives In Lindsey. One of the best songwriters of the 20th century.