lazy Sunday afternoon
I’ve got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away
Quite suddenly I’ve some to believe that there are some songs an English Gentleman shouldn’t play of a Sunday afternoon, and some others that perfectly fit the Sabbath. Ergo, this is the first of what is going to be a regular feature on this here blog. Little Star by Madonna. This is for a very close friend.
I don’t expect you to completely agree with me.
But then an Englishman never gives a hoot for another person’s opinions.
These days I’m more Californian, cosmopolitan, transatlantic, edgy, than died-in-the-wool, stuffy, staid English Gentleman
and I have no plans to amputate my ear
Sunday clears away the debris from the rest of the week
Something tells me that I should be posting more spiritual and inspirational music on Sundays than I’ve been doing thus far. Ergo, this seems to be quite spiritual to me.
Lisa Gerrard is the most famous Australian singer, musician, and composer I’ve never heard of ~ a musical polymath and Renaissance woman. Perhaps it’s time I listened to more of her work, on vinyl.
Please listen with reverence.
one man’s weed is another man’s wildflower