I had to travel to Warwickshire this week to attend a course for work.
Along the way I called into a service area, just outside Warwick, for the day's Guardian, which I read in the bar that night.
Shock moment was reading about Marty Balin's death. I hadn't realised he'd had a heart attack a few years ago and had lost the ability to sing as a consequence. That's a tragedy!
He's a genuine connection to my sixties/seventies/eighties self. And that's always sad - when a connection is severed.
2 Senses on the move part 2
Another purchase was a CD from WH Smith to while away the time in the car - one of those multi-pack compilations of usual suspects rock songs for a rawkus solo singalong (imagine Tom Cruise in Jerry Maguire)
3 Senses on the move part 3
A mocha and an armond and raspberry slice from Costa Coffee hit the spot.
4 Geoff Emerick
Another good man done gone. Here's his Guardian obituary, along with this great photo.
5 and Overtime Marty Balin
Songs of the week went to Count On Me and Miracles
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