January 28, 2020

 

 

How soon is too soon,

when so soon is near?

How fast is too fast,

well, too fast I fear?

 

How high is too high,

when the heart knows such thrills?

How cool is too cool,

when the temperature chills?

 

How sad is too sad,

when feeling bereft?

How low is too low,

when no tears are left?

 

How much is too much,

when too much a sin?

How wrong is too wrong,

when so wrong has to win?

 

How kind is too kind,

when kindness is proffered?

How trite is too trite,

when an apology offered?

 

How lost is too lost,

when a mirage appears?

How daring is too daring,

when faced with ones fears?

 

How rich is too rich,

when pockets are torn?

How lonely is too lonely,

when feeling forlorn?

 

How cute is too cute,

when cuteness not enough?

How chewy is too chewy,

when steak really tough?

 

How funny is too funny,

when tears, fun create?

How sweet is too sweet,

when teeth start to ache?

 

How up is too up,

when hopes riding high?

How stretched is too stretched,

when arms reach the sky?

 

How gone is too gone,

when all gone to seed?

How clean is too clean,

when the last germs still breed?

 

How far is too far,

when so far apart?

How long is too long,

when fast beats the heart?

 

 

 

 

 

 

When woodlands in shambles,

and old fashioned brambles,

lie stinky and soggy with the rain.

 

and broken tree branches,

just like avalanches,

destroy a once beautiful terrain.

 

and the aftermath of the season,

that gave us a reason,

to ‘whoop it up’, to the full.

 

reminds us that celebrations,

no matter how long their duration,

are always followed by a lull.

 

But very soon after,

the sound of love and laughter,

fills us once more with joy.

 

when fourteen days later,

cupid arrives to sedate her,

and St. Valentine’s Day, we all enjoy.

 

 

 

 

January 27, 2020

 

 

 

 

Tune in to Tony’s Time Machine

at Noon, on Tuesday, 28th January 2020,

for Tony’s special Leap year show.

 

On today’s show

Tony will introduce his new artist -‘Albert’

along with 5 of his songs.

and

folk music from…Lindisfarne/ Fairport Convention,

and The Strawbs.

and a selection of songs from Jethro Tull

 

Tony will also be reading the  poem…

 

For The Love Of No More

Written by Harriet Blackbury.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In 92, ‘To Be With You’, on Atlantic,

for America’s Mr Big, a US No.1 & UK Top 3.

And in 97, ‘Coco Jamboo’ reached No.8,

for Mr President, on WEA.

 

In 90, ‘Get Busy’, on Jive,

reached No.41, for Mr.Lee.

And in 94, ‘Give Me Life’, on Cheeky,

a Top 40, for Mr.V.

 

In 86, ‘Kyrie’, a US No.1 & UK No.11,

for Mr.Mister, on RCA.

And in 92, ‘Closer’, a Top 50,

for Mr Fingers, on MCA.

 

In 93, ‘Mr Blobby’, on Destiny Music –

a platinum seller, gave Mr. Blobby a No.1 quest.

And in 09, ‘Supernova’, on Good Music – a Top 2,

for Mr Hudson & Kanye West.

 

In 85, ‘Broken Wings’, on RCA,

for Mr. Mister, a US No.1 & UK Top 4 track.

And in 97, Wiggly World’, on Xtravaganza,

reached No.32, for Mr. Jack.

 

In 95, ‘Saved’, on Fresh label,

gave Mr. Roy, a No.24 position

And in 99, ‘Flat Beat’, on F Communications/PIAS Recordings ,

for Mr. OIZO – a No.1 mission.

 

In 70, ‘Groovin With Mr Bloe’,

on DJM, a Top 2 for Mr Bloe.

And in 77, UK’s Mr Big, on EMI –

had a Top 4, with ‘Romeo’.

 

 

 

I loved him, I loved him,

from the moment I saw him,

I was knocked over by a pin.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

God knows I loved him,

but kept the feeling hidden deep within.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

I promise I loved him,

his presence always made my heart spin.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

even when he sat snoring,

after once downing, far too much gin.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

but sometimes had to grin and bear it,

please tell me that wasn’t a sin.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

more than the others,

who gave me a kiss on the chin.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

he put up with my failings,

always charming me back with a grin.

 

I loved him, I loved him,

Oh how I wish I had told him,

again, and again, and again.

 

 

 

 

 

In 86, ‘No More The Fool’, on Legend,

gave Elkie Brooks, a Top 5.

And in 95, ‘No More Rainy Days’, on Columbia,

at No.68, for Free Spirit, did arrive.

 

In 77, ‘No More Heroes’, on United Artists,

gave The Stranglers, a No.8 entry.

And in 97, ‘No More Talk’, on Food Label,

for Dubstar, a Top 20.

 

In 02, ‘No More Drama’, reached No.9,

for Mary J Blige, on MCA.

And in 07, Air Traffic, on EMI,

made No.45, with ‘No More Running away’.

 

In 77, ‘(No More) Love At Your Convenience’,

on Warner Brothers, gave Alice Cooper a No.44.

And 88, ‘No More Lies’, peaked at No.34,

for Sharpe & Numan, on Polydor.

 

In 84, ‘No More Lonely Nights (Ballad)’, a Top 2,

for Paul McCartney, on Parlophone.

And in 95, ‘No More I Love You’s’, on RCA,

also saw Annie Lennox, in the Top 2 zone.

 

In 88, ‘No More Tears’, was a Top 60,

for Jaki Graham, on EMI.

And in 94, ‘No More (I Can’t Stand It)’, on Pulse,

gave Maxx, a No.8 high.

 

In 05, Roni Size featuring Beverley Knight,

took ‘No More’, on VVREC, to No.26.

And in 2000, ‘No more’, on Epic,

at No.11, for Ruff Endz, last in this mix.

 

 

 

 

January 23, 2020

 

 

… and life with all it’s monotony,

and twists & turns, is bliss.

Day’s that start and end, like any other –

what more could one ask than this?

 

January 20, 2020

 

 

Tune in to Tony’s Time Machine

at Noon on Tuesday, 21st January 2020,

for another fast moving hour, of great music, updates and chat,

in this first month of the new decade.

 

This weeks Show includes-

Steve Hackett, answering a few of Tony’s questions,

along with music from –

Genesis re-visited from The Royal Festival Hall

with orchestra, and more.

 

Tony will also be reading the poem……

 

‘For The Love Of Dogs’

written by Harriet Blackbury

 

 

January 17, 2020

 

Moments like no other,

that live with us for a lifetime.

Without a sense of purpose,

or knowing no reason or rhyme.

 

Moments that suddenly catch us,

on our back foot, as we gaily trip,

through the routine of mundane duties,

that at times, make our minds flip.

 

Moments like no other,

where we dabbled, where we should have not.

Never thinking of the repercussions,

and not making sense, a lot.

 

Moments of pure enjoyment,

and never to be repeated pleasures,

that flash into our minds again and again,

tumbling out of our box of treasures.

 

Moments like no other.

Pivitol happenings, that caused a life change.

When going with the flow, was everything,

no diary needed, for dates to re-arrange.

 

Moments of pure simplicity.

Who said ‘Youth is wasted on the young?

It must have been someone, who had never lived,

or the song of  ‘wanton desire’, never sung.

 

Moments like no other,

will forever be there to recall,

but going forward is so essential,

otherwise, no point to life at all.

 

Moments of  joyous ecstasy,

will always come to the fore.

But today is a new tomorrow,

and what’s gone, won’t come back, for sure.

 

 

 

 

 

She called to me and I responded.

In a world of madness, she made sense.

Although I couldn’t see her,

I felt her presence was intense.

 

I knew the hell she had lived through.

I admired her capacity to always bounce back.

She taught me to be a survivor,

on days when my mind would backtrack.

 

She knew me like no other,

and accepted me for who I was.

She passed onto me her teaching,

for no other reason than for ‘because’.

 

She called to me and I responded,

when my confidence was at a low.

She seemed to know how I was feeling,

when I had lost my get up and go.

 

I heard the bell that she was ringing,

it had a familiar tone.

It came with a clang of fortitude,

when I was reaching the danger zone.

 

She knew me like no other,

better than I knew myself, indeed.

Just a push in the right direction,

is something, at times, we all need.

 

She called to me and I responded.

Her timing, always spot on.

Two minds that simply connected,

to ensure that another day won.

 

Written by Harriet Blackbury

January 2020

 

 

 

 

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