My internal ipod started playing even before I read the post.
That Fools song is the best! Never heard it, but I "talk to my neighbourâs chickens whenever they visit, and they talk back to me.
Love that Fool song!
The sax in ça plane pour moi triggered memories Joe le taxi and of Lily was here. Sadly, sax isnât a thing any longer in pop music, itâs such a beautiful instrument.
Lol, I used to like treadmilling to Psycho Killer at the gym in Scotland. OHâs fave was Party Rock Anthem because every day heâs shuffling ![]()
Joe le taxi⌠you almost throw me out ofâŚ
The perfect song for a simple Rumba (my favorite dance FTW).
Thanks for making me reminisce.
Finally dedicated some time to cut the dead plants in the balcony. Deadly summer. Still in the balcony, one beerâŚ
Canât get out of that⌠decade?
Sorry, he was a poet:
The love I will give you
Is sweeter than anything else
In this world
For a truly horrendous reminder of the era, in Austriaâthe clothing alone is worth it:
Saturday morning ironing, and what music well with ironing? Heavy Metal of course. Actually Heavy Metal is like feta, goes well with everything, perhaps feta doesnât go well with sex but I am still trying to find a use.
And in fact, thematically Heavy Metal evolved from Hard Rock, which evolved from Rock ânâ Roll, which was an African American slang expression for copulation. And rock ânâ roll evolved from Blues.
And why may one have âthe bluesâ? Love of course, so we come full circle, hereâre three songs which are thematically extremely well interconnected, two of them happen to be Swiss too ![]()
First: a real woman who doesnât love them back
Second (Swiss): clinging to the past, and eventually idealizing/immortalizing/internalizing the whole scenario
Third (Swiss): there was a person, now thereâs nothing but the shadow of a lost dream
Learning about Coroner. They sound great. Playing next year in Aarau ![]()

OMG didnât know they were still around, this may be worth me going to in fact.
My ironing music, from 1961:
Ahhhhh, rainfalllâŚ10 degrees drop in a few mins, what a solace ![]()
It was a proper storm, so time get a bit nerdy. I remember listening to this at a church. 6+ min of build up, you can picture in your head the clouds arriving, light winds, the tall grass movingâŚthen, the drop and the storm hits. The warm tones of an organ and the resonance in a church make this feel sooooo metal.