Back again with an all-vinyl fiasco - a B side Chuck Berry cover from an unexpected corner, the humiliation of competitions, The Ramsey Lewis Trio, Medicine Head, Diego & The Dissidents, Cornershop, Heads Hands & Feet, Herb Alpert & His Tijuana Brass...
"bathed in the warm glow of vicarious good taste" is a metaphor or metaphors I think. I'm not sure whether they're mixed or not or if in fact there's more than one. I'm more concerned with trying to work out if it's an insult or a compliment.
Thanks for getting back to us. It's a quieter and more miserable world without your input, Eric, and we sure need some input here in the UK at the moment...
After patiently checking every week for a new show, finding one is a bit like winning the lottery ... only without the worry of wondering whether you've ticked the no publicity box.
Yes, American radio stations do have competitions, generally decided randomly (the 15th caller often seems to be the magic number). Concert tickets are the usual prize. A limousine ride with Wreckless Eric and his tour manager would be a truly memorable occasion indeed, even if they were glum, exhausted, and struggling to make conversation.
I always used to say that `Whole Wide World` was the song of my life (must book that trip to Tahiti one day, just in case). Recently it's become clear that now the song of my life is Nick Lowe's `Man That I've Become` - only I can't bloody find my copy! DOn't suppose you've got a copy around to spin on the show ....?
The Nick Lowe song could never replace Whole Wide World in my affections - it's just that these lyrics seem a tad more appropriate to the cynical 48 year old me. Though reading them back surely even I'm not THAT bitter 'n' twisted!!.
Can I request Amy's `Don't Ever Change` instead?
Theres a kind of man that you sometimes meet Worlds passing him by on wing-ed feet he walks around with his senses numb If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
The kids all know him 'cause when they play he comes and shoos them away he's irritated by everyone If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
The friends he had are 'so-called' now they all slipped away somehow he's had the blues much more than some If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
He wont go to church cause his faiths all gone The sweet singing of the choir will only drive him home as for comfort he hasn't got a crumb If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
He wont go to church its too loud for him now the sweet singing of the choir is nothing but a row his hearts a prune when it once was a plum If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
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And about bloody time too. I've even been forced to think for myself about what I listen to of late. Not a good idea.
I'll endeavour to carry on supplying aural opium for the discerning masses. It's a hell of a responsibility but I'll do what I can!
ahhh-bathed in the warm glow of vicarious good taste-to mix metaphors or is it similes?
"bathed in the warm glow of vicarious good taste" is a metaphor or metaphors I think. I'm not sure whether they're mixed or not or if in fact there's more than one. I'm more concerned with trying to work out if it's an insult or a compliment.
Thanks for getting back to us.
It's a quieter and more miserable world without your input, Eric, and we sure need some input here in the UK at the moment...
After patiently checking every week for a new show, finding one is a bit like winning the lottery ... only without the worry of wondering whether you've ticked the no publicity box.
Good to see you back broadcasting again.
Missed you!
Yes, American radio stations do have competitions, generally decided randomly (the 15th caller often seems to be the magic number). Concert tickets are the usual prize. A limousine ride with Wreckless Eric and his tour manager would be a truly memorable occasion indeed, even if they were glum, exhausted, and struggling to make conversation.
That's me - glum, exhausted and struggling to make conversation for the past thirty odd years!
I always used to say that `Whole Wide World` was the song of my life (must book that trip to Tahiti one day, just in case).
Recently it's become clear that now the song of my life is Nick Lowe's `Man That I've Become` - only I can't bloody find my copy!
DOn't suppose you've got a copy around to spin on the show ....?
I can't play the song that replaced mine! I don't think I've got that one anyway.
The Nick Lowe song could never replace Whole Wide World in my affections - it's just that these lyrics seem a tad more appropriate to the cynical 48 year old me.
Though reading them back surely even I'm not THAT bitter 'n' twisted!!.
Can I request Amy's `Don't Ever Change` instead?
Theres a kind of man that you sometimes meet
Worlds passing him by on wing-ed feet
he walks around with his senses numb
If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
The kids all know him 'cause when they play
he comes and shoos them away
he's irritated by everyone
If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
The friends he had are 'so-called' now
they all slipped away somehow
he's had the blues much more than some
If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
He wont go to church cause his faiths all gone
The sweet singing of the choir
will only drive him home
as for comfort he hasn't got a crumb
If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
He wont go to church its too loud for him now
the sweet singing of the choir
is nothing but a row
his hearts a prune when it once was a plum
If you know him thats the kind of Man That I've Become
Listening to this in a guest house in Kathmandu.What a great choice of tracks ,particularly Cornershop and Heads Hands and Feet.Edward
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