Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Dance the night away

Call me an old hippie (and I'll call you something worse), but I heard this track again tonight - the first time for about 40 years - and I have now decided that this is the tune I want played at my funeral. I used to listen to it as a 17 year-old whilst sitting on friend's carpets. Listen to the words, but don't get the wrong idea - I'm still positive!

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  1. English psychedelic rock - almost as good as the US version, but different.

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  2. my Brother used to listen to this while gently hallucinating to my tropical fishtank

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    1. Ahh... good choice. The bloke knew where he was heading.

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  4. At last, we're getting friendly :)

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    1. It occurred to me last night that I am not sure if you are a man or woman (no offence!), but I would never call a woman that, so please allow me to delete it, and I'll think of something more appropriate...

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    2. Absolutely no offence taken, on either count. Besides, I asked for it! Jessica

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  5. Phooey, I was thinking the greatest hits of Dr Hook for your funeral.

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  6. Ah Tom - think this fits in very well with my post today and more or less answers my question from your point of view.

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    1. Oh - actually I just answered your question over on your blog.

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  7. And what's wrong with being an old hippy, may I ask?

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    1. Actually, I was never even a young hippie. I would be allowed in to all the cafes of 1970 Glastonbury town, when my mates all waited outside for me - even though I had the same length hair. Those old ladies certainly had a nose for an old fart in the making.

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