STRAWBERRY BLONDE by RON SEXSMITH Story by Louise Maskell
The idea of traipsing across London at night on my own was frankly daunting.
The idea of traipsing across London at night on my own was frankly daunting.
Every now and then we publish poems: thoughts and ideas about music. Sometimes they tell a story. Sometimes they don’t. It doesn’t hurt to bend the rules on the odd occasion.
Lovett covers a lot of styles, is a wonderful singer-songwriter who draws on the well of folk, blues, country and western swing.
It was as if I had heard Bad Reputation for the first time. As it directly related to my sister. As it stands as a song. And it is, my friends, a ripper.
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The great writer would have been impressed. He was the subject of all discussion, around which everything circled.
A song for the times. "I want to live alone in the desert/I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe/I want to live on the Upper East Side/And never go down in the street"
Who doesn't like a roadtrip? And who doesn't like a roadtrip story? Matt Quartermaine, Justine Sless, N.T.McQueen - and others - hit the highway and listen to R.E.M, Clairy Browne & The Banging Rackettes, Karen Carpenter, Boy & Bear, Lana Del Rey...
Shirl did sort me out and I swapped my licence plates with a screwdriver I remembered to bring, because I was an organised adult now.
Salvatore Romita plays weddings, parties, anything. Since 2014 he’s also been playing at literary festivals.