Pogue, Saturday night I ventured out to listen to a band from my youth. Still turning out great music. It was what I would describe as a “sellotape and elastic band” affair with minimal equipment, the music stopping more than once as leads failed, and the bass guitar completely giving up. The support band had … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Memories
Memories
Memories are not what they use to beAnd is that good Or is that bad?Because I don’t remember things quite the sameAs others who repeat the tale,The memory was once a clothPatterned in a certain wayBut time the magician has played a gameAnd embroidered patterns of intrigue.So our histories have a different viewWhere I remember … Continue reading Memories
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Rock on Pogue, Did you sit late into the evening and listening to Glastonbury? I did. Not that Sundays lineup held a lot of interest but Saturday night. Great! And as you know if you were watching, Macca, Paul McCartney headlined. I have to admit to being a little dubious as to whether he could … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now
Monday Musing
Pogue, Another week gone and a new one lays ahead. Not a whole lot has happened in the last seven days and in times like this it is useful to take stock of the small things. You listened to the Kate Bush song I sent you last week? A song about the pleasure in recalling … Continue reading Monday Musing
Songs To Pogue… What I’m Listening To Now
What’s Up Pogue, Here’s a song that tells a story of those moments of pleasure that make up our fondest memories. And there are those special unique moments such as your first kiss, or maybe that night you spent with friends and you wished it would never end. All the cosmic tumblers were lined up … Continue reading Songs To Pogue… What I’m Listening To Now
Monday Musings
Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidencesLong ago it must beI have a photographPreserve your memoriesThey're all that's left youBookends by Paul Simons My mother has moved back to near where I grew up. Last week I went to visit her being the … Continue reading Monday Musings
Letters To Pogue 