Hello. Dinah is feeling old today. Why? Oh, nothing that concerns you, my lovely blog friends.Well, the end of the carnival comes to us all, doesn’t it? C’est la vie.
But it is hard to hear, on a phone call from far, far away…
I was clearing out the cupboard beneath the (rather fugly!) shelving arrangement where we store tapes, CDs and records.Oh dear. I suppose some of you may not know to which “records” I’m referring. Not the 7 years’ worth of banking stuff that the Taxation Office (Inland Revenue or IRS, if you like) insists on. The kind of record that delivered our music in what I now have to think of as the “old days.” See? Dinah’s feeling old!
Back in the decade that would spawn The Beatles and Hair and much, much more, there was a musical show that caught my attention. If I was a “proper” singer I probably would have auditioned for “Irma.” I’m not so I didn’t. But I have sung this song.
I only went to the library to take back a book.Look what was waiting in my usual parking space…
…my new car!*
Looks like a rubbish night on telly so maybe I’ll dig out the record player and start with this..
And then? Ah, who knows which road I’ll take.There must be around 30 old records in that cupboard.
But I’ll leave you with something to ponder. Any guesses? Answers
on a postcard in the comments,please.
And “for a friend” …looking vaguely in the direction of Maui