I spent my holiday reading A New Day Yesterday by Mike Barnes, a massive recap of all things 70s prog, and it reminded me how much I loved and listened to ‘prog’ from Gryphon to Gentle Giant and Yes to Fruupp. I’m in the process of reacquainting myself with all that tomfoolery and last week I found an amazing Blondel album that I must have bought in around 74 and never played as it’s still in its shrink wrap, I intend to debut it next week. That’s an anecdote by the way, so not everyone will believe it
At least 40 of them being at Cropreddy
Reggae being an exception then? Does head banging count as "dance"?
From my side, obviously, I'm a dancer, less agile these days although I still get the odd compliment. Backdrops are still achievable, just can't get back up again.
Other music I listen to? Big band sounds from the likes of Glenn Miller, Count Basie, Duke Ellington. ZZ Top, Fleetwood Mac (Pete Green Era and the more poppy version), Long John Baldry, Beatles, Stones, Springs****, John Kongas, Blondie, Who, Tracey Ullman, Suzi Quatro, Siouxie and the Banshees, Jam, Style Council, Prince Buster, Stranglers, Specials, The Beat, Small Faces, Roxy Music, Simple Minds, U2 (crap live though), Ten Sharp, Tears for Fears, Jackson Browne, Chicago, Clash, Pretenders, Moody Blues, Meatloaf, Joan Jett, Guess Who, Them, Frankie gt Hollywood, Melba Moore, Kim Wilde, Eurhythmics, Elvis Costello, Dexy's, Desmond Dekker, Deep Purple, CCR, Communards, Chicago, Cheap Trick, Bananarama, Animals, Amen Corner, 10CC, American Breed... and more, I own vinyl from all of the above so can't really be accused of being a one trick music lover.
No exceptions - I don't dance, period. But that doesn't stop me liking reggae
Never said it did You're much like my owd fella by the sound of it. Music was to be listened to, not danced to, was the mantra. Like you, he too had 3 left feet. Me Mam loved dancing which I probably inherited off her. My late brother would get on the dancefloor on the very odd occasion.
Nowt wrong in being a listener. Out on the floor, I feel the music, as well as hear it. Hairs on the back of the neck stuff. Especially when accompanied by like minded souls. Certain songs invite claps at certain points, the feeling generated when there's north of 1000 on the dancefloor and the claps are in unison, sounding like thunder and feeling..... well, uplifting, spiritual. It's a sensation I'd love everybody to get, feel and understand. Won't happen but it's something I'd wish for everybody. One of the reasons I never felt the need for French Blues or Black Bombers etc at a nighter. Adrenaline works wonders.
Sad to hear of the death of Gary Rossington, last original member of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Skynyrd were the band that made me want to be in a band, and I’ve sung Sweet Home Alabama more than any other song. Farewell, Free Bird
I battled through the elements to a gig in Bilston last eve, veterans MAN,who rocked as ever. Highlight of the show was ‘Romaine’, one of the all time great songs about police brutality (in Belgium), sung by the victim of the original incident, Martin Ace. Welsh Lives Mattered.