Thanks, Vic. I can remember exactly where I was and what I was doing when I first heard her version of that song, and hearing it still sends shivers down my spine.
Lloyd Webber’s melodies tend to require from his female stars a combination of ‘head music’ and ‘chest music’. Julie was the first to deploy this combination for him, and the best, in my opinion.
I have to agree, Hugh. Julie’s rendition, her delivery of that exquisite lyric, is just about perfect. And Rock Follies… Covington, Cornwell and Lenska. Audiovisual adrenalin! :mrgreen:
Are y’ really asking us to accept that you are that cool!
This is more your style youtube.com/watch?v=CqCuruudpRs
We’re not daft… y’know!!
Vic 8) cool dude.
Mock my musical taste at your peril, you vulgar Stockportian hot-rod. Besides, these days arthritis precludes anything that even moderately approaches a hippy shake.
Tonight, just to irritate you, I shall retune my ear to:
[size=150]MOCK?! MOI!?, MOI?… MOCK!?[/size] [size=150]pfffrrttt!!![/size] [size=150]Get this down y’ neck… best of both worlds!! [/size] youtube.com/watch?v=3ld6R2VR67c
I’m sure this guy used to perform in THE RED LION, back in the day youtube.com/watch?v=UeDHPXRJjjw
I mean f’ feck sake! There were some wild women in that place. Maybe I’m mistaking them for him
Hahaha that album is great. Very entertaining. I remember getting both smiling and offended stares as me and my friends were blasting the song “yummy down on it” on repeat as we were waiting in the drive-through during spring break in Florida. Good times.
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Now y’ talking’! Take me back there baby, but tie me down, just in case Y’ never know… d’ y’? 8)
I remember when I was Graham Nash, singing, Just One Look, youtube.com/watch?v=32VWELcZUMM
along with three other members of The Hollies. The venue was somewhere in West Germany, on the edge of a field, that skirted the farmyard, of a farm belonging to a young couple, with kids. Our stage… was the lowered tailgate of an AEC Matador Gun Tractor. Our audience was a group of kids, none of whom were old enough to have enough sense to blow us raspberries, instead of laughing and cheering, as we finished miming to Just One Look, being played on the BAOR radio station. The mother was standing in the doorway to the farmhouse, shaking her head in disbelief… at least that’s what it looked like from the tailgate/stage. I wonder, was she feeling sorry for her kids, or us.
Our instruments were a couple of long handled shovels and a pick axe handle, for guitars, and the drum kit was a stack of diesel fuels cans, we were supposed to be unloading from the Matador
Ahh… lovely memory, ta mate.
Vic Nash