Oysterband: My Dog Knows Where The Bones Are Hid
Don’t know about bones but I’ve a good idea where all the yellow tennis balls are hid.
A compendium of musical delights by Alan and Margaret Ashworth

Don’t know about bones but I’ve a good idea where all the yellow tennis balls are hid.
I liked Saturday’s Santana/Cooder clip so much that I’m putting this forward for your perusal. From 1992.
A 1971 live version of the song from the Parachute album. In memory of Phil May, who died a few days ago from complications following hip surgery after a cycling … Continue readingThe Pretty Things: Sickle Clowns
I was watching on telly the Eurovision Song Contest held in Brighton on April 6, 1974, when Abba burst on to the stage with this brilliant number which would have done … Continue readingAbba: Waterloo
THERE is a former limestone quarry near us, disused since the early 1900s, which is now a nature reserve. It is a haven for all sorts of wildflowers including orchids, … Continue readingUncommon orchids
Shivers down the back time again.
Beautiful. Best heard while wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt.
Brilliant piece of musical soap opera from 1975’s Still Caught Up album. Dig the backing from the Muscle Shoals gang.
THIS week’s hymn was suggested by reader David Maples. It has a crucifixion theme, but I don’t see why Easter hymns should be kept in a box and taken out … Continue readingLead Me to Calvary
Now this is a strange one. In 1986 American model Rosie Vela went into the recording studio with, among others, Donald Fagen and Walter Becker of Steely Dan plus their … Continue readingRosie Vela: Zazu