For no particular reason, I wondered, what ever happened to that horrible person and so I googled. I haven't heard her voice since I left Solana Beach in 2001. She vanished. And I saw in the news just now that a good man had stepped into the clearing at the end of the path while I wasn't paying attention. I kind of thought Spock was good for a lifetime.
Sinead, kind of like a butterfly. When you hear the music though, .... it was good.
If you tossed in Madonna, it was like walking on the Great Plains, in the rain, in a towering thunderstorm OK, and Nena. The San Diego rats in my garage ate my Bridge Coat but the echoes linger of walking off the Newport Naval Base in that coat to find dinner at Mama Leones after the base closed on account of snow and listening, on my walkman to Paris is Calling by Debra Harry.
The music is the stamp of our times. All of us have our own. Talk to me later about Aha while walking down the Champs Elysee in the Spring of the year of 1985.
The music helps us anchor moments in time.ReplyDelete
An excellent remembrance Cap'n.
Ah, you raise the shadow of other music from Blade Runner. Good.Delete
Couldn't agree more over the 'Oirish' catholic girl; educated in a convent, onto a quaker school, and then ending up in one of the 'Magdalen Asylums' - all before she was 16.ReplyDelete
But what a flash back to an 80's memory box long since forgotten. A good book, decent music, and quaffing cider during the summer months in Taunton Somerset. Very Many Thanks. I am about to trawl the Tube for more.
Ah, you were more intimately familiar than I. I had a couple of her CDs and caught her act a couple of times on PopTV.Delete