I have long believed that a part of you dies in winter and doesn’t come back to life until you feel the sun on your face and a mid-westerly breeze in the air.
I have long believed that a part of you dies in winter and doesn’t come back to life until you feel the sun on your face and a mid-westerly breeze in the air. We must take comfort where we find it in these dark days and I have recently discovered a splendid pick-me-up that might just get you through the next couple of months with a spring in your step.
An admirable fellow called Nick Duckett has been labouring for several years now on a remarkable project — to tell the history of American rhythm and blues music, tracing its roots in the Twenties and Thirties and working right through to the arrival of rock’n’roll and the birth of soul in the mid-Fifties.
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