I woke up, just now, with 'Darling Be Home Soon' going through my head - but the Slade version. I've said before, I believe, how the first song I liked, that wasn't what my parents liked or what my schoolmates liked, was 'Leaving On a Jet Plane' by Peter, Paul and Mary. The first band I was into, by the same token, was Slade. Nowadays I'm embarrassed by that, first for them continuing once that fine actor Noddy Holder had quit; then, mortifyingly, because they then recruited a guy who became romantically involved with Rose West. Not quite as bad as having been a Gary Glitter fan I suppose. I can think of one particular old friend who probably dreads class reunions. Something that's long bugged me is quite the popularity of Elton John, when Bernie Taupin wrote all the words. Much as did Hal David for everything Burt Bacharach was fêted for. I started reading Bacharach's autobiography, but gave up about half way through because he was a crude, barely-educated boor. Who'd'a'guessed! I had to take a break just now to catch the Giant House Spider that multi-legged it under my bed. Yes, it's that time of year again! "Wheeeee!" he went as he sailed out the window. Others I didn't finish: Keith Richards - a bit of a simpleton. Eric Clapton - a simpleton and a God botherer. Bruce Springsteen - possibly the most arrogant man on Earth ('The Boss' is his nickname for himself - like Paul 'The Guvnor' Ince - I'd say 'The Fuckhead' would be more appropriate. For both of them). I'm scared to read Rock star autobiographies now.
Evanescence Anywhere but Home live album, recorded in Paris. The quality of Amy Lee’s voice is stunning.
@Sev The first red rose has already bloomed La prima rosa rossa è già sbocciata And the sweet violets hide shyly E nascon timide le viole mammole By now, the first swallow has returned Ormai, la prima rondine è tornata In the clear sky it begins to twirl Nel cielo limpido comincia a volteggiar The beautiful weather comes to announce Il tempo bello viene ad annunciar Open the windows to the new sun Aprite le finestre al nuovo sole It's spring, it's spring È primavera, è primavera Let in a little fresh air Lasciate entrare un poco d'aria pura With the scent of the gardens and the flowering meadows Con il profumo dei giardini e i prati in fior Open the windows to new dreams Aprite le finestre ai nuovi sogni Beautiful little girls, in love Bambine belle, innamorate It is perhaps the most beautiful dream you dream È forse il più bel sogno che sognate Tomorrow will be happiness Sarà domani la felicità In the sky among the silver clouds Nel cielo fra le nuvole d'argento The moon has already made an appointment La luna ha già fissato appuntamento Open the windows to the new sun Aprite le finestre al nuovo sole It's spring, the celebration of love È primavera, festa dell'amor La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la Open the windows to the new sun Aprite le finestre al nuovo sol On the windowsill a small nightingale Sul davanzale un piccolo usignolo From tender wings, soft feathers Dall'ali tenere, le piume morbide It has already taken off on its timid flight Ha già spiccato il timido suo volo And he started tapping on the glass E contro i vetri ha cominciato a picchiettar His most beautiful message wants to convey Il suo più bel messaggio vuol portar It's spring, it's spring È primavera, è primavera Open the windows to new dreams Aprite le finestre ai nuovi sogni To hopes, to illusion Alle speranze, all'illusione Let the last song in Lasciate entrare l'ultima canzone Which will gently descend into the heart Che dolcemente scenderà nel cuor In the sky among the silver clouds Nel cielo fra le nuvole d'argento The moon has already made an appointment La luna ha già fissato appuntamento Open the windows to the new sun Aprite le finestre al nuovo sole It's spring, the celebration of love È primavera, festa dell'amor La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la Open the windows to first love Aprite le finestra al primo amor
