Post by Salem6 on Jun 1, 2004 16:09:01 GMT
By Myles Palmer
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Back in 1970, Pele was composing his mood.
He had arrived in 1958 and had been injured before 1962 and had been butchered out of 1966 and now it was 1970 and the great No.10 was 29 years old.
In Mexico, when the players mingled with the world’s press in the Brazilian training camp, and they noticed the absence of the genius, reporters were told that Pele was upstairs in his room, composing his mood.
It was the end of an era, Pele’s last World Cup.
He knew it was his last World Cup.
So he was composing his mood.
And what a mood it turned out to be !
Now Zidane and Figo are composing their mood.
And I’m composing my mood.
My spirit is weak, my brain is fluffy, it’s June now but my head is still in April.
I needed a longer break.
Could write something today about Sven, Rooney, Stevie G, but I’m not in the mood to do it justice.
Have to compose my mood.
Need to read something easy, listen to some uplifting music.
So I’ve decided to compose my mood by reading Kevin Keegan, listening to Sam Cooke and talking to Sophie.
My mate Dave Pask sent a battered paperback of Kevin Keegan, My Autobiography.
A Man City fan, Dave was at Loughton College in Essex with Mark Knopfler, where they were lecturers. I met him when I wrote a book about Knopfler.
Dave was the singer in Mark’s rockabilly band, just before Dire Straits started.
The Keegan book ends in 1997, which is a pity.
CAROLINE came home from San Francisco and gave me a really swingtastic CD by a magical singer who wrote Bring It On Home To Me, You Send Me, Having a Party, Twistin’ The Night Away,Wonderful World, Good Times and Chain Gang.
A Change Is Gonna Come gives me goosepimples.
The 30-song CD is a tonic, an uplifting message from an innocent era, when we all loved the USA, before we realised how evil the corporations would become.
He is direct. He is instantly infectious.
When Sam Cooke sings these simple words, riding the beat like nobody before or since, the good times roll and flow and fly higher than high :
We’re havin’ a party dancin’ to the music played by the deejay on the radio, the Cokes are in the icebox popcorn’s on the table me and my baby are out here on the flo so Mr deejay keep those records playin’ cos I’m havin’ such a good time dancin’ with my baby....
Jerry Wexler said, “Sam Cooke was the best singer who ever lived, no contest.”
Portrait of A Legend 1951-1964.
I’ve added Sam to my list of regrets.
My greatest regrets are that I never saw Elvis, never saw Otis, never saw Charlie Parker, never saw Pele play.
Met Pele at Stringfellows one night at a CBS party for Teddy Pendergrass, but I’d rather have seen him play.
IT’S RAINING in London this morning and when the rain stops I’m gonna go out and talk to Sophie.
I will pick her up and put her on the garden table,
facing me, so she knows who is in charge.
Then I’ll feed her slices of cucumber and lettuce.
Sophie is a tortoise.
I always solicit her views before big tournaments.
She might fancy the Czech Republic this time.
Will find out and let you know.
June 1st 2004.
PS
Caroline says San Francisco is full of people saying,“How can we get our country back?”
www.anr.uk.com/articles/m-2004-06-01-14-49-25.html
______________________________________________________
Back in 1970, Pele was composing his mood.
He had arrived in 1958 and had been injured before 1962 and had been butchered out of 1966 and now it was 1970 and the great No.10 was 29 years old.
In Mexico, when the players mingled with the world’s press in the Brazilian training camp, and they noticed the absence of the genius, reporters were told that Pele was upstairs in his room, composing his mood.
It was the end of an era, Pele’s last World Cup.
He knew it was his last World Cup.
So he was composing his mood.
And what a mood it turned out to be !
Now Zidane and Figo are composing their mood.
And I’m composing my mood.
My spirit is weak, my brain is fluffy, it’s June now but my head is still in April.
I needed a longer break.
Could write something today about Sven, Rooney, Stevie G, but I’m not in the mood to do it justice.
Have to compose my mood.
Need to read something easy, listen to some uplifting music.
So I’ve decided to compose my mood by reading Kevin Keegan, listening to Sam Cooke and talking to Sophie.
My mate Dave Pask sent a battered paperback of Kevin Keegan, My Autobiography.
A Man City fan, Dave was at Loughton College in Essex with Mark Knopfler, where they were lecturers. I met him when I wrote a book about Knopfler.
Dave was the singer in Mark’s rockabilly band, just before Dire Straits started.
The Keegan book ends in 1997, which is a pity.
CAROLINE came home from San Francisco and gave me a really swingtastic CD by a magical singer who wrote Bring It On Home To Me, You Send Me, Having a Party, Twistin’ The Night Away,Wonderful World, Good Times and Chain Gang.
A Change Is Gonna Come gives me goosepimples.
The 30-song CD is a tonic, an uplifting message from an innocent era, when we all loved the USA, before we realised how evil the corporations would become.
He is direct. He is instantly infectious.
When Sam Cooke sings these simple words, riding the beat like nobody before or since, the good times roll and flow and fly higher than high :
We’re havin’ a party dancin’ to the music played by the deejay on the radio, the Cokes are in the icebox popcorn’s on the table me and my baby are out here on the flo so Mr deejay keep those records playin’ cos I’m havin’ such a good time dancin’ with my baby....
Jerry Wexler said, “Sam Cooke was the best singer who ever lived, no contest.”
Portrait of A Legend 1951-1964.
I’ve added Sam to my list of regrets.
My greatest regrets are that I never saw Elvis, never saw Otis, never saw Charlie Parker, never saw Pele play.
Met Pele at Stringfellows one night at a CBS party for Teddy Pendergrass, but I’d rather have seen him play.
IT’S RAINING in London this morning and when the rain stops I’m gonna go out and talk to Sophie.
I will pick her up and put her on the garden table,
facing me, so she knows who is in charge.
Then I’ll feed her slices of cucumber and lettuce.
Sophie is a tortoise.
I always solicit her views before big tournaments.
She might fancy the Czech Republic this time.
Will find out and let you know.
June 1st 2004.
PS
Caroline says San Francisco is full of people saying,“How can we get our country back?”
www.anr.uk.com/articles/m-2004-06-01-14-49-25.html