I did it my way

I think this final selection has caused me more anxiety than the previous 364 put together.  I want to end with a bang, not a whimper.

I’ve considered Glen Miller, The Young Ones and Cliff Richard, Wild Cherry, Kylie, Half Man Half Biscuit, Squeeze, Average White Band, The Clash, The Jam and The Who among so many others.  I’ve even considered Liberty X (yes, really… I have a bit of a soft spot for their hit from 2002), not to mention The Undertones, Stiff Little Fingers and The Troggs.

After fifty two weeks, I’m at the end.  Hardly seems possible.  As one Bill Bragg put it: “Whoops, there goes another year.
Whoops, there goes another pint of beer”, except for the beer bit.  I’ll have to wait several weeks before I can enjoy a decent pint at Oswestry Cricket Club.

After much deliberation, then, I had to go with this.  I think I was in a pretty deep rut several years ago.  Thankfully, I did get out of it.

Tomorrow, I’ll cobble together a list of all 365 selections.  If I can be arsed.  After all, it’s me birthday, don’t you know?  Again.  #old

Mars on Marathon Day*

*Snickers*

I have to thank a certain Glen Miller for playing Bowie day after day in the senior dayroom.  He was just a year above me, but he seemed so advanced in his music taste.

That said, I realise that I set myself an almost impossible task when I decided to go back to Bowie.  Which track should I choose?  I figured I’d go to something from Diamond Dogs or Aladdin Sane, or even The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars, but in the end I couldn’t really resist returning to Hunky Dory.  It really is packed with wonderful songs.  Then again, so are the others, so there is still time to return for more.  Who knows?

I can’t be specific about why or how this moves me, but I think if I could write a song, I’d like it to be something like this.  Goosebumps agogo.  Oh yes.

A tough one to follow, but the songs was used for a BBC Television series which featured a number of tunes.  One of the best came from one Mr McCartney with his band Wings.  I feel a special Bond with PM, because we share a birthday.

*Edit: oops, I think that may be tomorrow?

Wake up you sleepy head

Back in my school days, one of my house mates used to play Hunky Dory.  Every day in the day-room, if I remember rightly, so it was impossible to escape its influence.  As soon as I hear this particular song, I am transported back to that same day-room and to a memory of the ginger-haired lad by the name of Glen Miller.  Miller (we always referred to each other by our surnames) was a bit of a maverick, so it seemed normal that he should be big on Bowie.  I wish I knew what he went on to do with his life.  As for Miller, I’m sure he’s done okay.

I suppose, technically, this was pre-Thin White Duke era Bowie, so apologies to anyone who feels misled and let down.  I’m sure you can forgive me, however, because it’s a superb tune.

As I’ve been thinking about school again, I have to follow this with one more act often played by the senior boys in the dorm’ as we drifted off to sleep.  Another dusting of Ash.