June 23, 2015

 

 

Acker Bilk, so well remembered

for his ‘Stranger on the shore’.

He always brought such happiness,

but sadly is no more.

 

The biggest hit for Joe South

was ‘Games people play’.

Easy listening music,

That still stands up today.

 

Soulful Etta James,

sang out with a blast.

No better song to touch the heart,

than her massive hit, ‘At last’.

 

Bobby Rogers co-founded The Miracles

who always put on a class show.

With hits like ‘I second that emotion?

and the divine ‘Going to a Go-Go’.

 

Dobie Gray’s song signalled change,

and helped us feel so proud.

We sure had the feel-good factor,

when singing The ‘In’ Crowd.

 

This lady’s country singing,

brought fans near to tears,

and more so when they heard of

the death of Billie Jo Spears.

 

Dave Brubeck, ever popular;

his hits through time survive.

His biggest one we can recall,

being, of course, ‘Take Five’.

 

One of the daydream believers,

with many hits on the go,

Davy Jones, part of the Monkees,

also starred in Film and Show

 

Billy Preston – keyboard legend,

sang his message loud and clear.

Another of the greats,

alas no longer here.

 

Deep Purple’s keyboard player;

Jon Lord, played his part.

Their valued founder member,

who’s passing broke our heart.

 

Flautist with the group who put,

vegemite sandwiches to rhyme;

Greg Ham from ‘Men at work’,

too soon ran out of time.

 

Half of a British writing duo;

her legacy has much ‘content’.

‘Where are you now my love’,

sang our own, Jackie Trent.

 

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.

 

June 12, 2015

 

 

Loving Minnie Riperton was easy.

This perfect angel touched the heart.

Her hit so hauntingly beautiful;

all too soon did she depart.

 

One of the original Supremes,

Florence, destined not to grow old:

But a part of Motown’s hit machine,

with songs of pure gold.

 

War! – What is it good for?

asked Edwin, who then gave his reply.

‘Absolutely nothing’, he soulfully cried out,

then settled in the UK, until his goodbye.

 

Heinz strummed just like Eddie,

taking to the stage alone,

This clean-cut tornado of a singer,

made the song his very own.

 

Mary was sticking to her guy,

like a stamp to a letter:

Her hit strong enough to make sure,

we would never forget her.

 

Ginger Baker, was another,

who lived and breathed his art.

The undisputed cream of drummers,

who we keep very close at heart.

 

Bobby – The Womack legend:

His name synonymous to those,

who know their music well:

This soul man, sweet as any rose.

 

Nick Drake, from deepest Warwickshire,

with three albums to his name,

has now at last deservedly,

though posthumously, found fame.

 

Joe Cocker’s famous gritty growl,

let us know he was on stage.

Yet another of Sheffield’s finest,

helped us release our pent up rage.

 

Ronnie ‘plonk’ Lane of the Faces;

a lovely guy who suffered long:

Happy memories of them touring,

when the band was in full song.

 

Monday Monday, surely destined,

never to be the same,

without the joyous laughter,

from Cassie’s sassy frame.

 

Last of the Big Band Leaders;

James’ party was non-stop.

Such pleasure he gave to millions,

with jazz right through to pop.

 

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.

———–

To hear this poem read live

tune in to 

Tonys Time Machine – LDOK.net  

on

Wednesday 1st July

11.00am  to 1pm

 

May 21, 2015

 

 

Jimmy’s brother, David,

walked away from love,

leaving The Temptations,

to his resting place above.

 

and Michael from INXS;

our Aussie ‘pin up’ boy,

by accident or desire,

his future did destroy.

 

The Stones, at their height,

lost one of their band.

A day they painted black,

when Brian left this land.

 

And birds suddenly appeared

after Karen withdrew.

It seems like only yesterday,

when her sweet love we knew.

 

The Four Tops lead man, Levi,

reached out and was there.

Hits like ‘Shake me, Wake me’, and

‘Walk Away Renee’ – are gifts so rare.

 

A part of The Steam Packet:

Long John had us hooked,

after leaving Brian, Rod and Julie,

to sell-out every venue booked.

 

And the voice of an angel,

taken from us so young.

Little Lena won our hearts,

with every song she sung.

 

He hit us with his rhythm stick:

Ian’s sound was so unique.

His music changed our mood,

he lost his fight, when at his peak.

 

Walk away, please go,

sang our British crooner Matt.

Music was all the poorer

when he threw in his hat.

 

‘You don’t own me’ – her anthem,

to feminist’s rang true.

But Lesley’s party is now over,

and we can cry with her too.

 

BB King – The Legend of Legends:

His influence was so great.

Many generations of guitarist’s,

now pay homage to their mate.

 

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.

 

May 7, 2015

 

 

Billy was only,

halfway to paradise,

when he left us broken hearted,

and made the final sacrifice.

 

and Dusty; other artists,

always outsold,

left a catalogue of music,

with hits of pure gold.

 

Robert Palmer, the coolest:

Sheffield’s king of smooth.

Effortlessly crooning;

our troubled minds to sooth.

 

and Adam, the one;

another hit machine guy,

with whom we kept faith,

until his untimely goodbye.

 

The exodus of Bob Marley

had us wailing all day,

and three little birds also,

had so much things to say.

 

‘Twenty four hours from Tulsa’

sang this storyteller singer:

Gene’s gentle, moving words,

in our hearts still linger.

 

and taken so young,

suddenly Mark was gone,

off into the clouds

to ride his white swan.

 

and Roy Orbison sang,

for only the lonely, too,

before leaving on a journey

back to his Blue Bayou.

 

Paul from Cockney Rebel,

in the cruellest way left:

when a twist of fate took him,

leaving fans bereft.

 

Phil fulfilled his dreams,

to become a pop star.

His loyal fans still toast him,

with whisky in a jar

 

The wind cried Mary,

and he had to go;

our great guitarist, Jimi,

who we all loved so.

 

and not just in Massachusetts

did the lights all go out,

when Robin joined his brothers,

leaving us sad beyond doubt.

 

Most recently, Ben E King

drifted off to sleep.

Under the boardwalks of our mind,

his memory, we will keep.

 

Our love affair with Errol

started with a kiss.

His smooth, seductive voice,

we sure are going to miss.

 

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.

 

April 4, 2015

 

 

Dear Elvis left us Gracelands;

his private home, to tour.

And for his loyalist fans,

music from his heart, so pure.

 

And Freddie proved his point,

that the show must go on,

when he left us all the anthem,

that forever will be number one.

 

Michael too, the complete package,

lived and breathed his art.

The master of perfection;

his passing broke our heart.

 

And Witney with the gift;

the greatest love, and voice, of all,

taught us how to love ourselves,

before her curtain call.

 

Whilst earlier, Billie and Janis,

and also Tammi Terrell,

all too late had come to realise,

with high’s, came low’s as well.

 

And Marvin, oh god, Marvin;

the undisputed king of soul,

shot from his troubled world,

after life took on it’s toll.

 

And Otis, just like Buddy,

at the height of their fame fell;

both losing life the same way;

the pain too sad to tell.

 

And Jim with all the songs

that our Granny always hums,

also headed ever closer

to those, not so distant drums.

 

And John’s sudden departure,

sent us into a trance,

when all he ever pleaded,

was we give peace a chance.

 

Then lovely George, through illness,

played his final chord,

when he departed early,

to visit his sweet lord.

 

And Amy, our new sweetheart;

we thought on her way back,

but the angels knew far better,

and took her back to black.

 

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.

 

Written by  Harriet Blackbury.

 

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