Icarus @ 59 # 193

I did a little edit on this and now we can manage to see a little more than before, at least we can see the battlement top of the museum and the ghost of the building. I quite like this picture, the old and the modern combine in a blur with sharp edges, a bit like how I feel sometimes (don't we all). But I have been listening to some oddities and I thought I would post them here. Ewan McCall wrote this for Peggy Seeger in 1957, isn't it amazing when a singer then goes onto make it something different and their own. This song is truly something! About forty years ago I heard it on the radio while driving around Cockpen Church at about three in the morning after a gig and I had to pull over. I can still see the moon shining through the turrets on the bell tower, while Gowkshill glimmered in the distance... 'and the moon and the stars were the gift you gave - and here is the Poem-a-Day'

And then there was the old hippy John Sebastian, who was never really a hippy at all, singing The Room Nobody Lives In, such a gothic song and covered by Mama Cass, Tom Waits and Elvis Costello no less - but here's the boy who wrote it and my favourite version circa 1969 which I heard around fifteen or sixteen and learned to play on my sisters little Bontempi organ (but I was crap at singing it - because my voice didn't develop until I was, ooh, fifty-five, about the time I started this blog). It is Sunday morning and if these are too Sunday morning for you, ah well, at least the sun is shining and the day promises:
The room nobody lives in is up the stairs
And four doors down the hall