Watching the Grammys on Sunday night they did their usual “In Memoriam” thing about the people who’d died recently and in among Whitney Houston, Etta James, Amy Winehouse, Dobie Gray and all the others there was Andrew Gold. That was a shock because I had no idea he’d died. Why didn’t someone tell me???
I wouldn’t claim that he was some kind of musical giant or anything but this was/is one of my favourite singles of the 1970s.
Bit of a forgotten minor classic this one. This was a one-hit wonder for Mr. Big in 1977, and though they look like poncey Californian hunks with their bare chests and flowing locks, they were actually from London.
(Apologies for my absence this week, I’ve been laid up with the flu)
Definite hint of autumn in the air this morning. Personally I’ll be be glad to see the back of summer this year, it was way too hot on too many days, though I probably won’t be thinking that when I’m freezing my balls off in January.
I’m struggling to find the time to write at the moment (and anything that interesting to write about to be honest) so expect lots of videos and quickies for a bit until the muse and the spare time strikes me again.
I’ve had a miserable bloody week at work and watching this has really cheered me up, it’s easy to mock but there should always be a place in pop music for this kind of innocent pleasure. I don’t remember finding The Nolans particularly attractive back then (though I did have a minor thing for Colleen at one point) as they seemed too wholesome and family-entertainment but now they all look, dare I say it…quite sexy.