What are you listening to right now?

[Allegro]

^ The Power of Love | Luther Vandross


^ Shake It Up Tonight (1981) | Cheryl Lynn


^ Give Me the Reason (1987) | Luther Vandross

[justdrew]

[ninakat]

Allegro

[barracuda]

[Allegro]

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ninakat

[Laodicean]

[Perelandra]

[Jeff]

[Bruce Dazzling]

[Project Willow]

[justdrew]

. at least hear Harlem River Drive, Space and Fuzz Duck

[ninakat]

MacCruiskeen, thanks for reminding me about Family. What a fine band.


And, unrelated, here's Peter Frampton as a member of Humble Pie (pre teen idol, when I liked him -- doing some of the vocals, and all the lead guitar -- his leads were always tasty with melodic sensibilities, great intonation, and real soul -- a nice mind/body mix).

[Allegro]

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^ Lazy Sunday Afternoon | The Small Faces


^ Don’t Fade Away | Peter Frampton



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^ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band | Beatles
Today, I’ll hear the whole album, uninterrupted I hope .

[Hammer of Los]

...

Man oh man I love the Small Faces.

And Family.

Like this one;

Weaver of life, let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry
Just for one second, one glance upon your loom
The flower of my childhood could appear within this room
Does it of my youth show tears of yesterday
Broken hearts within a heart as love first came my way

Did the lifeline patterns change as I became a man
An added aura untold blends as I asked for her hand
Did your golden needle sow its thread virginal white
As lovers we embraced as one upon our wedding night

Did you capture all the joys, the birth of our first son
The happiness of family made a brother for the one
The growing of the brothers, the manliness that grew
Is it there in detail, is it there to view
Do the sparks of life grow bright as one by one they wed
To live as fathers, husbands, apart from lives they've led

Are my lover's threads cut off when aged she laid to rest
My sorrow blacking out a space upon our woven crest
A gathering for the last time as her coffin slowly lain
Ash to ashes, dust to dust, one day we will regain
Does it show the visits when grandchildren on my knee
But only hearing laughter when age took my sight from me

Lastly through these last few years of loniless maybe
Does by sight a shooting star fade from your tapestry
But wait, there in the distance your loom I think I see
Could it be that after all my prayers you've answered me
After days of wondering I see the reason why
You've kept it to this minute for I'm about to die

Weaver of life, at last now I can see
The pattern of my life gone by upon your tapestry

From wiki;

Commenting on the meaning in his own web guestbook, Roger Chapman said "The 'Weaver' in question comes from mythology, folklore and a bit of acid! Include any Marvel hero, Aesop's Fables, anything simply written with a moral and a story I could understand and make sense of. All the stuff I was interested in as a kid, read about and later included in my story telling."

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[Joe Hillshoist]