Well, it might be off topic but I can beat that...in the 70's I had a pair of denim very wide flairs with a floral print that some hippy in the 60's had thought were too colourful...I bought them at a charity stall. A girlfriend made me give them to charity in the 80's. In the 90's I saw them on a homeless person and no-one could understand why I was laughing at her so hard.
Sat 19 Dec, 2009 06:09 pm
I never heard of the Spoons ... definitely a fitting keen 80's sound, accompanied with a definitely horrible low budget 80's music video....
and sometimes i can remember trays of draught beer at the Brunswick House (downstairs) and seeing great acts like, mose allison and roy buchanan (upstairs)
Sat 19 Dec, 2009 07:30 pm
as much as i am not a fan of rush, i have to give them credit for this tune, dedicated to one of the greatest radio stations i the world
CFNY 102.1 The Edge, The Spirit Of Radio
The Spirit of Radio
Written by Neil Peart in 1979, recorded by Rush, inspired by CFNY:
As for The Spirit of Radio " it was written about CFNY and all that we stood for - I was told that by the band and management before the album was released. At that time Rush and their manager discussed with me that there would be no reference officially to CFNY as it could stop other radio stations from playing the track. As a fan and supporter of Rush I agreed that would be the best plan. If you still have a vinyl disc you will find that in the centre grooves you will find the album master number is 1021. - David Marsden, August 2001
Begin the day
With a friendly voice,
A companion unobtrusive
Plays the song that's so elusive
And the magic music makes your morning mood.
Off on your way
Hit the open road,
There's magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers,
In your happy solitude.
Invisible airwaves crackle with life
Bright antenna bristle with the energy
On a timeless wavelength
Bearing a gift beyond price
All this machinery making modern music
Can still be open-hearted
Not so coldly charted,
It's really just a question
Of your honesty
One likes to believe
in the freedom of music,
But glittering prizes
And endless compromises
Shatter the illusion
For the words of the profits
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall --
Echoes with the sounds...