Tuesday, 20 September 2011
I can't let this happen to you
You know, everytime I hear this wee delicate morsel, which is late at night usually - after a glass of wine or six to wash the day away - I secretly want to be amongst this swaggering den of talented people. They are a renegade gang, sharing a moment of wonder, and are blessed with a beautiful name attached to their silk button-holes, in more ways than one. The gathering you can hear clearly is, in my mind's eye at least, spontaneous and impromptu; and just to witness and partake, to feel a part of something this special, would be the icing on the cake. Just clapping hands, joining in, planting a cherry on top if the mood accepted it. My accent would be a problem, I suppose, not really being able to do 'posh', even in a pretend and kiddy-on way. Anyway, it's a fleeting musical snippet, for sure, but somehow all the more magical for it, I would say? And, it ends amusingly as well. A bit of comedy and light relief. Perhaps all truly great things should end, be full-stopped, with a knowing smile and a gutsy laugh? You can take your picks and examples without my help, friends. But, aye, I have a few in reserve, just in case.
Her Name Is Calla - 'A sleeper' (demo) (1.58)
You can find her, here.