my...

my do I love music...it's the one thing that;s been constant in my life, as far back as I can remember...

I remember going by ambulance to hospital (Scarsdale...I think) when I was really young, I had scarlet fever, and I remember the ambulance driver got out to have a pee at the side of the ambulance...Wonderful, Wonderful Copenhagen was playing...I can hear the tinkle now...as the driver tinkled!

I use to spend hours in our dining room by myself listening to radio Luxemburg...well, trying to listen through loss of reception and crackles on a little portable radio...that always had a distinctive smell about it.

Mum always had the radio on, we'd go to visit our Nan on Tuesday, from Dronfield Woodhouse to Dronfield, past the Manor house in Dronfield and the monument celebrating the repeal of the Corn Laws (I think)past the couple of cake shops that always smelled so inviting, down the wooden bridge over the river Don, by Dronfield railway station, always hoping there'd be a train goi

Drove my Chevy to the Levy...they just don't write em like that anymore.

I believe the lyrics were written on something like 16 (handwritten) pages and they went for over $1 million, and the meaning of the lyrics became more apparent from reading the pages...

it's reckoned that it was his tribute to the death of Buddy Holly...with references to Dylan...'the Jester stole his thorny crown'...

if I had won the big one on the lottery I would have bid myself for the 'treasure', priceless...

I have tracks that I would willingly have paid good money for...Palms...by Liverpool Scene...A Lilac Harry Quinn...by Half Man Half Biscuit...to a couple...

as I have said before music only becomes expensive when you see them asking £1.99 plus 2 cornflakes box tops for the entire back catalogue of the spice girls...or any boy bands...what a waste of box tops!!!!!!!!!!!!!


















ray...in Batley.