Letter From Britain
Magic Moments Catch A Falling Star
July 15th Humdrum month, humdrum column. I'm incessantly chanting: You wear it well, A little old-fashioned but that's alright. I don't know what it means but it's airight, airight. The word is out:
July 15th
Humdrum month, humdrum column. I'm incessantly chanting:
You wear it well,
A little old-fashioned
but that's airight.
I don't know what it means but it's airight, airight. The word is out:
And he was alright
the band was altogether
Yes he was alright
the song went on forever.
It’s that time of the season. More ads are being laid down than music. Alice Cooper is queen of the publicity machine, but RCA has started to spend money on David Bowie and Roxy Music isn’t far behind. We’re getting all of them, heavy. An English pop summer. No real hit yet but “Sylvia’s mother” will do nicely. Ignore the serried ranks of American rock critics — it’s a truly tremulous single and I also love to hear Van Dyke Parks sing about Bing Crosby. I always go this way in July.