Young men in short sleeves, leaning from the windows of their cars, slowly circled the square. Across from where Resnick was standing was the bland brick and glass of the store that twenty years before had been the Black Boy, the pub where he and Ben Riley would meet for an early evening pint. Inside the house, he showered, turning the water as hot as he dared and lifting his face towards it, eyes closed; soaping his body over and over, the way he did after being called out to examine some poor victim, murdered often or not for small change or jealousy, being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Steam clouded the bathroom, clogged the air, and still Resnick stood there, back bent now beneath the spray, content to let it wash over him. In the kitchen, he felt the smoothness of the coffee beans in the small of his hand.
He knew already which album he would pull from the shelves, slide on to the turntable from its sleeve. Riverside The Unique Thelonious Monk. Why play the right notes when the wrong ones will do? Monk picks the notes from the piano tentatively, as if it were a tune he once heard long ago and then, indistinctly, through an open window from an apartment down the street.
There is more than uncertainty in the way his fingers falter, sliding between half-remembered chords, surprising themselves with fragments of melody, with things he would have preferred to have remained forgotten.
Moments when it is easy to imagine he might get up from the piano and walk away — except you know he cannot, any more than when the solo is finally over he can let it go. If he went now and pushed open the door into the hallway, would he hear her voice? The final weeks when they lay beneath the same sheets, not speaking, not touching, catching at their breath, fearful that in sleep they might be turned inward by some old habit or need.
You got a face like bloody death! Thursday of last week saw the first of what is, for me, a surprisingly long list of readings, mostly of poetry with, here and there, a modicum of prose levered in. After a pause in which I take the risky step of asking people not to applaud after every poem as if!
This podcast includes a story "It's Time For Tea", inspired by Jo and the handbell she uses to get her family along to meals!
Get well soon, we miss your bubbly personality at work. This podcast is all about the Banbury Folk Festival which takes place from the 11th to the 13th October, and the music features artists who have supported the festival through fund-raising events.
Derek and Mary Droscher have put an enormous ammount into the festival, both in terms of effort and in finance. The age of grants for music festivals and events is now past, so earlier in the year I put forward some ideas to Derek and Mary on how I could help out, and hopefuly reduce the strain on them. There will also be the Oxford guitaist Pete Joshua, with his legendary song introductions, and the great stalwart of Banbury Folk Club, Tim Hall, who will be both playing guitar and reading some humourous tales.
I'll be performing some stories and there will be plenty of opportunity for audience participation, as Tim has some good sing-along pieces lined-up and later in the afternoon there will be The Return Of The Guy Puddlers,the comic sketch act. With an appearance of Breathless, the Yorkshire Green Dragon, and a plentifull supply of cake, it will be a fun afternoon.
Back after another lengthy gap, with a theme of the regions of England. The music featured is the title track, Behind the Clock, and the fund-raiser song Courage in aid of Combat Stress.
It's been 18 months since the last Brolly podcast. In show I talk about why I've returned to podcasting, and why I've been away for so long. Thanks go to all the doctors, nurses, professionals and volunteers, in the NHS and at St Richard's and Katherine House Hospices who have helped us, in what has been a very difficult time for the family. Wiki added with Banburyshire Stories, calendar details and other stuff. This is a combined Brolly podcast and Radio Horton Show. I've had the opportunity to tell a shortened version of this at the Banbury Folk Club, and this is as close as it gets to being the full length tale.
It's one of a number of Banburyshire stories which will be available on the banburyshire. Since the last show there's been a general election, with a very interesting result, the Banbury Beer Festival has taken place, with The Machine Breakers playing on the Thursday, and I've sung a couple of my own songs in public for the first time on over 20 years.
Thankfully normality still occurs, as an audio piece recorded while walking Bob and Lucy over at Edge Hill, attests to. The photo album for Banburyshire has been updated with pictures taken out and about this year Look out for Derek at the Song and Ale weekend, and for the blue sky due to the volcanic activity in Iceland.
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This is another album of laughter and tears. Some songs have both. We had to wait fully four years for the next album but, hey, it was worth it. Beachcomber has a number of songs set by the sea and the usual mix of love, observation and humour set to quality tunes with some stunning playing and arrangements.
Beachcomber is a lovely song where searching on the beach is a metaphor for looking for love to wonderful effect. I have two very good friends for whom the North Norfolk coast is a very special place.
One I met in September on the first day of senior school, the other is his wife. This area is their bolthole when life in London becomes too oppressive and it is their intended retirement destination. Welcome to popular music site IsraBox! On IsraBox you can listen music for review is also you can download music albums. We present new, exclusive music and the hot hits for information. Have fun and enjoy the use of our website.
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