
Great radio show today dedicated to Dean Martin..
They just played this old song which my mother use to sing us..
Another good memory I gather ..

Psychedelia at its prime.
A candy-colored clown they call the Sandman
Tiptoes to my room every night
Just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper
"Go to sleep, everything is all right"
I close my eyes, then I drift away
Into the magic night, I softly say
A silent prayer like dreamers do
Then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you
In dreams I walk with you
In dreams I talk to you
In dreams you're mine all of the time
We're together in dreams, in dreams
But just before the dawn
I awake and find you gone
I can't help it, I can't help it, if I cry
I remember that you said goodbye
It's too bad that all these things
Can only happen in my dreams
Only in dreams
In beautiful dreams

sometimes I feel so happyWarhol Factory was in the 60's something that hasn't been surpassed artistically
sometimes I feel so sad,
sometimes I feel so happy
but mostly you just make me mad..

When you're listening late at night
You mayo thing the band are not quite right
But they are, they just play it like that
It doesn't really matter what chords I play
What words I say or time of day it is
As it's only a Northern song
It doesn't really matter what clothes I wear
Or how I fare or if my hair is brown
When it's only a Northern song
If you think the harmony
Is a little dark and out of key
You're correct, there's nobody there
And I told you there's no one there
Read on Layla's blog about the inductees for this year's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony...
I reckon his contribution to popular music, from folk to psychedelia has been great..Or so it seemed. Thousands of Dylan fans voiced their anger at me at his shows. Dylan mentioned me in his song "Talking World War Three" and his audience jeered my name. Backstage, Dylan told reporters: "I didn't mean to put the guy down in my songs. I just did it for a joke." In their turn my fans were just as vocal in championing me. It had obviously got out of hand.
Excerpt from 'The Hurdy Gurdy Man' by Donovan Leitch
the independent
In case you need a definition of what a rock band should be.
Some people say Heavy Metal was born when:

When the Who were trying to find their way through auditions for recording labels back in 64..One of the A&R told them they were a great band but needed to write their own songs..

“You just really got to do it. ..so way we walked on… Everybody looked round .. and who’s gonna write ? …And me being an art student.. being able to say long words.. like uh.. perspicacity.. which I heard on the Spike Milligan album.. uhh … was elected to do the job.. and about eight, ten weeks later.. the song I had written “I can’t explain” was number 8 in the chart… it all seem so automatic and easy for me”
PETE TOWNSHEND interview 1974

It had two lights on behind
Yeah, when the train left the station
It had two lights on behind
Whoa, the blue light was my baby
And the red light was my mind



If you want me to, I will ...
Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to, I will.
For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same.
Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart.
And when at last I find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
Oh, you know, I will
I will.
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