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Got this old favourite today at LP Records; some of it still sounds good. Samplers like this were very important to young, skint record buyers like me.
"I will never forget the day [chuckles, does a take from "Lobachevsky"] when Hayman came in, it was 10 in the morning, a regular union group, and they put the music in front of them, no title, no lyrics, no nothing, and they ran through it a few times and they got it. So he said okay, and I went into the booth to record, and the engineer said "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park, take one" and the piano player said "Whaat?" and literally fell off the bench. I had never seen anybody do that. They had no idea. It was just this pleasant little waltz, and they thought it was some commercial or something. And he just collapsed. That was the only time I had ever seen someone just fall off."
Saw the Kinks musical,"Sunny Afternoon", in London the other day, so listening to all things Kink especially "Something Else" and "Face to Face." The show is coming to Glasgow later this year.
Haven't shaved for approx. 2 weeks and my hair is long and unkempt, so apart from liking this Good, Bad and Ugly styled spaghetti-song I fit right in with the outlaws.
I was on the bus from Griante to Como one morning a few weeks ago, at about 9am. (As you do.) Bus full of students and annoying tourists (which would include me, I suppose).
Anyhow, as a matter of course the late-teens-ish students were cheerfully playing shite music on a smartphone - the usual chirruppy nonsense that you hear, as they chirrupped along with it in late-teens-ish Italian. I'd dismissed them all as being basically wee Italian neds (they sometimes cheerfully set fire to the bus seats, allegedly).
After a while though (and one of my companions was close enough to hear their conversation, and knows enough Italian to tell me they weren't being ironic at all), they decided that they wanted some Ennio Morricone. They played it and held a reverential silence:
All the world seems in tune on a Spring afternoon, when we're poisoning pigeons in the park.
LP... Discerning kids with taste and sapience. I've seen much the same thing on a Saturday night on deepest Lanarkshire's 369 bus though where the kids reverently re-enact classics such as Once Upon a Time in the Western and A Fistful of Fists.