(ONCE I HAD A) SECRET LOVE by ENGLEBERT HUMPERDINK. Story and artwork by Chris Rees.
At some point the peg began to sing, and the song it sang was (Once I Had A) Secret Love.
At some point the peg began to sing, and the song it sang was (Once I Had A) Secret Love.
We sold our place needed the cash to eat./We were lucky on the street...
Suddenly you're in deep water or being pressured out to some cove by a rogue current.
Learning some musical tricks from these masters means the jam becomes a living history lesson.
I blink - and the Badloves disappear. Instead, on the stage, I see a ghost. Not Elvis, no. But a King nonetheless. Heath King.
Listening to most music has been so much harder for me since the stroke and I had not been keen on revisiting older recordings and demos of ideas stashed away on various hard drives.
The guest-house proprietors were an odd, mismatched couple, in their fifties, I’d guess – he, short, understated, a little creepy; she, a tall matronly type, usually sporting a well-practised smile.
My name sounds different when she says it, and often, I ignore her the first time so I can hear her call it again.
Alan Davies works steadfastly behind the scenes to help others shine. We are blessed to have him on the team.
Ocean City, 1968. It was a story told often afterwards,/told to the kids as a classic...