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06 February 2010

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Tales of wanton destruction and debauchery aside, I do think said band hold the title for Best Intro.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfR_HWMzgyc

I should confess, Liz, that I have never been the band's biggest fan, although I do see what you mean about Kashmir. I had to be in a very particular state of mind to listen to them in the 1960s and, even now, their music evokes some very mixed feelings.

The Boy Friend and I went to see them at the 14 Hour Technicolor Dream at Ally Pally on 29 April 1967, just a week before we got married. His mind was well and truly blown by them, mine less so, although I can still remember far more about the Dream than about the wedding . . .

I have to admit I'm not their biggest fan and have never seen them perform live, though the Husband did (Newcastle, 1970). We were so lucky back in the day to have a venue virtually on our doorstep, the Redcar Jazz Club, that managed to book Pink Floyd ,Cream, Fleetwood Mac, Family and many other superb bands which I think was unusual for a little northern town outside of London.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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