Salut people,
Hope you're doing good. Sunny and warm here in Amsterdam, which i'm sure by now you realise makes me a happy chappy. Yesterday in our random wanderings we managed a pretty fine array of culture, taking in some (new to me) Rembrandts, some Louis Wains, other related artworks, a posh burger, a Mahler Symphony (No.2 if you're interested, not massively my sort of thing, but they played the hell out of it and I see where John Williams pinched a lot of his ideas from now) and most probably too much wine, but what the hell. Summer has come to Springville and I'm cheered. Hoorah.
"OUR STORY THUS FAR:
Introducing my last musical choice, I mentioned '...a selection evidencing the sound of things falling apart & providing some minimal guide in addressing loss...'
Not sure about that 'guide in addressing loss' part, but I've again postponed sharing a certain record from 1967 to skip a mere couple years ahead and share the reconstruction of, arguably, one of the richest musical train wrecks recorded...
The original lineup for this band, peculiarly enough, includes three songwriting guitar players like the Canadian-American Buffalo Springfield. But whilst the Springfield members were at root folkies, these three served their musical apprenticeship, as not a few budding 60's British rock icons, as dyed-in-the-wool bluesmen-- something still very much at play here.
This act went through an often painful evolution into arena-filling pop, any detailing of which would too easily give their identity away...
A bit of insight leads me to believe I picked this over that 1967 record waiting in the digital wings of expectation because it seems to draw a rich arc with its fractured mood swings...?
DO hope you find a place for it in your own emotional palette!"
Right then, download's here, stream's below:
See you 20:00 BST (GMT+1)
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