Indeed - "..throw out your gold teeth, and see how they roll..."
What's the song where they... ahh ...borrow from "Song For My Father".
I got it -Rikki Don't lose That Number
Yes - they were literate jazzers with top musical chops.
Or those bums Led Zeppelin ripping off Davy Graham.
I was going for the white man ripping off the black man thing. Trying to make points with that bleeding heart Drink.
Quite so. Actually, I don't believe in guilty pleasures. If I take pleasure in something, I don't see the point in feeling guity about it.
Got over it about masturbation early on. If it feels good, baby, flog it.
Nail. On. Head.
And then there was that other business with the Yorkshire Terrier...
1. Pizza
2. All of Queen's A Kind of Magic album. All of it. I can do a great Vic & Bob dance to the title track too.
3. Trying to figure out what 'woofboxer' means
4. Lists
5. Clothes
None of these apart from no. 2 are guilty pleasures really of course
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^Odd, I actually consider Woofboxer's position is always straight forward. Unlike this line that has me confused and thinking about its meaning "The zeitgeist is in dissipated form."
Queen was very popular in my Sixth Form amongst the science A Level students. Needless to say I had already moved on and was starting to explore modern jazz, covertly at first, as I wasn't sure if my peer group would consider I was a puff for liking this music. Kind of Magic is a good album, and reminds me of going to see "Highlander".
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and don't get me started on the "Weltgeist"...
Watching 'Ghostbusters' (because I love Annie Potts)
White bread pop singers like Brian Hyland
Even the tight-lipped Hepcat liked this one.
Frankie Valli. 'The Night', certainly, but also something that still sums up for me that awkward period when your awareness of girls is by no means matched by your success rate. First heard at a local disco when I was fifteen, had necked eight pints of lager and begun looking for trouble. 'What a lady, what a fight...' I left school the following year and was flung headfirst into the real world of emergency tax codes and hardcore football hooligans. Winding back, though, Frankie, yes, Van McCoy, 'Eighteen With A Bullet', 'Kung Fu Fighting'. All a long way from Roland Kirk, the subtle pleasures of jazz-funk, Elizabeth David, '400 Blows'...
Donna Summer: 'I Feel Love'. First heard it at 'Shades' club in Nottingham around 1977.
After just watching the lady perform on 'Youtube' I no longer feel guilty. Should rename this 'very horny pleasures'.