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Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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And that one Beatles song that for me is the best is… Well, before the song, some more scene setting. This is the image in my mind that the song often returns me to. A weekday morning at some point in 1967. It must have been a school holiday as me and my brother were not at school and dad was at work. In those days we had a duffle bag full of toy cars – matchbox cars, dinky toys, all sorts of motor vehicles, all shapes and sizes and many of them scratched and with buckled wheels. Newer cars … Continue reading Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 2

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Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 1

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In previous posts this week I talked about how the smell of freshly cut grass transports me back to a more carefree time – to the summers of the 1960’s and 70’s, and how those memories also bring my parents to mind. Today I am again… reminiscing. I have recently been listening to, and finished, a podcast series about the songs of Paul McCartney. Every episode covered a specific song each of which provided me a nugget or two about those songs that I was unaware of previously. But rather than talk about what I have learnt I want to … Continue reading Memories of Music and Melodies – Part 1

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Eleanor Rigby’s Brother

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I dragged my blue-grey fingers over the name you were buried with, black letters chiselled into pale cold stone sunk in wet unkempt grass, marking the spot where you lay alone with your dreams in death, just as you did in life. I was one of the lonely people, Eleanor, you never saw or heard me you never listened when I tried to help. I was always there, Eleanor, but to you I was invisible, I had no voice I didn’t exist in your world. They say, nobody went to your funeral but I did, I leaned against a distant … Continue reading Eleanor Rigby’s Brother