believe in your dreams
because if you don’t nobody else will
I remember this Monkees song from nineteen-hundred-and-frozen-to-death, (actually 1968). Back the it wasn’t ‘cool’ to like the Monkees, not when here in England we had The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Fleetwood Mac, and Manfred Mann. But I liked this back then, and I still like it now.
Besides, I like the message, because I do believe in my dreams.
Please listen with a smile.
underneath all that is a very cool, hard core, Pontiac GTO
I was working in my lab, late one night…..
The news is so depressing and divisive that I thought we could all use a bit of a laugh today. This is one of those songs from the past that appeals to the 1960s in me, along with the E-Type Jaguar, England beating Germany in the World Cup, and Sean Connery as James Bond.
The Aston Martin DB5 is the classic car for British Secret Agents. However, originally Bond drove a blower Bentley. Not a lot of people know that. And that the Addams Family drove a Packard V12. Of course the only V12 worth owning is an E-Type.
I digressed a bit there. Must be lockdown madness. I am attending a 12-step group for the whole howling at the moon thing……
V12 E-Type Jaguar in dark BRG
there’s nothing wrong with the car, except that it’s on fire
Back in the great days of motor racing, before it became a procession of ugly electric slot cars, the iconic commentator and pundit on the BBC was a chap called Murray Walker ~ famous for getting it all wrong at the best time. The music for the opening credits for the Grand Prix show on TV was The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.
This is the short version.
Murray Walker passed away about a year ago. He loved this lotus 72 as driven by Emerson Fittipaldi
in Clarksville it’s de rigueur to marry your cousin
I’ve never been To Tennessee but I like this Monkees song, and it’s so mid sixties. Anyhow I like trains.
Enjoy, and try not to dance to this track.
the supercharger is a bit OTT
in the 80s funkalicious and funkintacious were real words
If anyone had asked me who recorded this song, I would never in a million years have come up with Lipps, Inc. Well, there you go. I like the costumes and the weird dance. I can remember dancing to this in a club in Newcastle upon Tyne. That night there was a girl I should have walked away from ~ instead of marrying her.
Some definitions of funky are to do with being strongly musky or musty.
I’m not quite certain about that one. Is Chanel #5 musky?
I must have been very drunk at the time,
Joanna Lumley, aka Purdy
she was like a falling star I tried to catch in my hands
I only got burned
All men eventually meet that one woman, that star that burns too bright in his heart. All men dream of walking alone with her in the moonlight. All men are destined to have their dreams and desires destroyed. Lucky men come back from that and have some fun with someone who knows what love is.
there are nightmares calling,
shooting stars falling,
for an instant.
she’s not hiding her light
there’s nothing sexier than a 1960s TV star ~ maybe
Perhaps I’ve gone overboard on dance compilations today, but being a child of the sixties these clips bring back some memories.
Anyway I can dance a lot better than anyone and everyone in this compilation.
(Except Dick Van Dyke)
1967 Plymouth Barracuda
426 cu in (7.)L0 HEMI V8
it can’t be bad if it makes you laugh
My only excuse for posting this is that it makes me feel happy.
I definitely don’t remember some of these TV shows.
Maybe we didn’t get them here in staid old England.
Burn Baby Burn is such a great track.
Farrah Fawcett was not the world’s best dancer
very 70’s hair though, (a natural blonde?)
chestnuts for the spinner of Christmas fireside tales
for fairy tales that can come true
One of the things I remember about working in the City of London at Christmastime is the sweet smell of chestnuts being roasted by the cockney coster mongers. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire indeed…..
We can’t have the Christmas we deserve.
But we deserve the Merry Christmases in our memories.
just make certain they are hot and sweet
You catch more monkeys with sugar than with vinegar.
Following the Archies and Sugar, Sugar this morning, I thought I could repost Sugar Me from Lynsey De Paul. This song takes me all the way back to my staid and honest younger days. Sadly, I never did have a misspent youth ~ not even in swinging 70’s London. Perhaps I am making up for it now. Maybe.
Lynsey wrote this song for Peter Noone, and only recorded it herself at the urging of her then boyfriend Dudley Moore. Back in the day Lynsey was very much part of the swinging London scene ~ minis and all.
With appreciation and thanks to Paula Light.
the all-conquering mini cooper
all most as much fun as a girl in a mini