Showing posts with label Jonathan Richman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jonathan Richman. Show all posts
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
It's Jonathan Time Again
Make the most of it as I'm sure it's not going to last.
Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - That Summer Feeling
Sunday, 10 April 2011
It's A Bit Early But I've Got The Feeling
It has been a glorious day up here, not that I've seen much of it as I've spent the day gutting the cowp that Max calls his room. Later on we are going out to celebrate a mate's birthday the best Bangladeshi restaurants in the west of Scotland.
And what's more I've got a week aff to look forward to.
Jonathan Richman - That Summer Feeling
Friday, 21 May 2010
That Summer Feeling
Drove down to Liverpool and back today for a meeting, a round trip of 422 miles. Ipod and sunglasses all the way.
Came home, walked out to the Loch with L & L for a bite to eat. M is at a friend's for a sleepover, when did all these Americanisms take hold? In my day it was "staying over at such and such's bit".
The sun is still out and I'm just about to pour a large gin.
There really is only one track to play.
Have a good weekend people.
Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers - That Summer Feeling
Thursday, 19 March 2009
That Maudlin Feeling

Yesterday I had reason to visit the town where I spent my childhood up 'til the age of ten.
On entering the town instead of driving straight to where I was going I found myself turning left and going up the hill into the scheme where we lived. Apart from the large private houses where the old railway line and bridge used to be (where incidentally ,I coughed and spluttered my way through my first cigarette, a More menthol purloined from my mother's bag) and the double glazing the place looked just the same.
As I continued round and then down the other side of the hill past my old house # 94 I stopped the car.
In front of our little cul-de-sac there had been a bing where my brother, our friends and I had re-enacting Star Wars, played soldiers and dug for gold. I still bear the scar from that last activity, when I was struck above the eye with an iron bar when over zealously trying to dig with what ever was lying about. Anyway back to point of this, the bing and waste ground are no more the area has been turned into another load of what we would have called then "posh hooses".
Anyway, as I was sitting there with the sun shining brightly reminiscing and getting all glassy eyed I had the overwhelming urge to play this song.
Jonathan Richman - That Summer Feeling
If you find this post too mawkish blame Davy H as I was just going to let this pass as another of those getting close to 40 moments until I read this post.
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