April 25, 2016

 

 

‘Something in the air’ surely happened,

when Thunderclap Newman, our hearts won.

Now Andy Newman re-united with Keene & McCulloch,

the band members can once more, rock on.

 

Maurice White, a founder member of Earth, Wind & Fire –

recently lost his life too.

Hits like ‘Boogie Wonderland’ and ‘After the love has gone’

ensuring we will never forget you.

 

Another shock, was the loss of Terry Wogan –

not known as a songbird, but still took a chance.

when in 78, this well-loved Presenter

had a hit with the song ‘Floral Dance’.

 

Sadly, we now mourn the loss of Glenn Frey:

The Eagles, everyone’s favourite, I must say –

‘One of These Nights’ and ‘Lying Eyes’,

early hits to set them on their way.

 

Glenn Frey always the driving force –

‘Hotel California’ still as relevant today.

And later he ruled the day with –

‘The Heat Is On’, when he broke away.

 

Keith Emerson, formerly part of Nice,

and as Emerson, Lake & Palmer, the next plan,

paid off when they gave the world  

‘Fanfare For The Common Man’  

 

One of the greatest artists ever to perform;

this Minneapolis native, now takes a bow.

Prince Rogers Nelson, with so many hits to his name,

from ‘Little Red Corvette’ to ‘Betcha By Golly Wow’

 

His breakthrough hit ‘I Wanna Be Your Lover’

was followed by ‘1999’.

And ‘When Doves Cry’ and ‘Purple Rain’ arrived,

respect at it’s height for his sound, so divine.

 

Our home-grown talent & darling, Victoria Wood,

could also knock out a tune or two.

Your words to ‘The Ballard of Barry and Freda’     

will forever bring a smile to our lips, just for you.

 

The ‘Golden Years’ of David Bowie;

his legacy, second to none.

A ‘Starman of ‘Sound and Vision’.

‘Day In – Day Out’, his music lives on.

 

‘Only The Strong Survive’ in this Industry,

and God Bless Billy Paul, for such memorable tones.

His all-time classic – the anthem of all lovers:

I could only possibly mean – ‘Me And Mrs Jones.

 

This latest list just wouldn’t be complete,

without Sir George Martin, of fifth Beatle fame.

This much loved Record Producer renown,

was always at the top of his game.

 

So many more were taken.

So many, I could name;

It comes with liabilities,

this fickle game of fame.

 

So many idols lost;

sudden death hard to digest.

Their music, their legacy;

our gain at their bequest.   

 

 

 

Tune into Tony’s Time Machine

on Wednesday 27th April

for a musical journey

of Tony’s travels

including USA,

 

and also on the Show

 

Tribute poems

by 

Harriet Blackbury 

dedicated to recent sad losses

in the Music Industry.

 

( The Show is repeated at the usual times

throughout the week)

 

 

 

April 23, 2016

 

 

A Legend’s Legend;

no greater respect,

bestowed on this artist,

who had such an effect

 

on the world of music;

far too early the pain,

as we mourn his loss –

on our lips – Purple Rain.

 

A musician, a singer.

A writer renown.

The artist formally known as Prince,

has now won the King’s crown.

 

 

Nothing compares 2 U, or ever will.  

 

 

 

 

April 14, 2016

 

 

They lost me for a while.

My life-style somewhat lacking;

their heads racking with self- blaming guilt.

For the monster they had built – no-one they knew.

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me to adolescence.

A cop-out term, which found me slacking.

when tracking freedom’s sweet footpath anew.

Headstrong through wild winds, I heard their cry,

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

Their wilful child, born with adventure

running through the veins- no room for brains,

just seeking the unknown, atonement ever closer by.

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

Exhausting was that extra mile, that took it’s toll,

on two who’d done their best, and now sought rest.

He turned the key, but she said ‘Oh No’, with a sigh.

No clue to why, but she stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

But we made up with a smile – our differences

accepted and then forever compartmentalised.

My dreams and aspirations made of different stuff.

No clue to why, but they stood by.

 

They lost me for a while.

Now I’ve lost them and shed a tear, but the drumbeat

of my back –up Band, ever constant in my ear.

No point to wonder why, the past with hindsight wets the eye..

for it’s my turn now, to do, the standing by.

 

 

 

 

 

And people came, hoping to fit in;

a new life willing to begin.

 

No sea too risky or too deep,

to sap their strength – no time to weep.

 

Each one battling fear and fright,

for a chance of freedom – knuckles white.

 

Survivors of life’s cruellest game;

to live in peace their only aim. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A hundred versions

of one person,

incredulously,

rolled into one.

 

Some laughable

beyond imagination.

Exaggeration expressed,

to cause sensation,

 

and gather momentum

with each telling,

as if a script

for Aaron Spelling.

 

A hundred versions

of one person,

coming to light

now they are gone.

 

Rumours and lies

and much mischief,

will likely,

always follow grief,

 

and gather moss

where corpse now dwelling.

The truth, the truth,

only Pentothal telling.

 

 

 

 

Four hundred years

since he left this earth.

Yet this gift so tacky,

and of little worth.

 

And not in keeping

with what he was about.

Purists of his word,

now scream and shout.

 

Leaving little doubt

how they do feel,

at the thought of his skyline,

with a Ferris wheel.

 

 

 

 

I forgot she hummed of nicotine.

I forgot how high the stakes.

My body ached to see her,

but my mind put on the brakes.

 

I worried for her well being.

I worried about her cough.

But she was hooked for life,

and told me to bugger off !

 

 

 

 

 

Vague shadows of a life now past;

a ticking time-bomb, beating fast.

A melting moment, soon dissolved,

when so in love, when so involved.

 

Vague glimpses of those vibrant rooms;

such laughter once, now catacombs.

And only echoes left behind,

as each word spoken, brought to mind.

 

Vague hopes of meeting – not a chance;

a fool indeed, who dares, a backward glance.

Why kill the dream, the mind holds pure?

Though the pain of loss, hard to endure!

 

Vague memories finally put to bed;

no more, thoughts linger in the head.

An exorcism, now executed

No more, the heart is persecuted.

 

Vague thoughts of everything I do,

from the last second that you withdrew.

In truth, a blur, a tormented hell;

a lone existence – this empty shell.

 

Vague shadows of a life now through;

you’re done with me, I’m done with you.

So tightly hands held ‘goodbye grips’,

til the last touch of finger tips.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Needing a side-kick

comes at a price.

Questioning one’s judgement,

once, maybe twice.

 

Needing some ‘me’ time,

away from myself.

An out of body experience,

leaving me on the shelf.

 

Needing some freedom –

choking on stifled air.

But life is a beggar,

when nobody’s there.

 

Needing an overall;

the engine to re-tune.

Now you’ve gone to God’s heaven,

I’ll be joining you real soon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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