I have most of her discs
Not necessarily new but newer.
You might want to give Strange Weather, Before the Poison, 20th Century Blues, Dangerous Aquaintances a try.
I have most of her discs
Not necessarily new but newer.
You might want to give Strange Weather, Before the Poison, 20th Century Blues, Dangerous Aquaintances a try.
The older stuff is better.
Dangerous Acquaintances as already mentioned is good. The Island CD Blazing Away recorded live at NY's St Anne's Cathedral is another very good buy. Great atmosphere.
The older stuff is better.
Dangerous Acquaintances as already mentioned is good. The Island CD Blazing Away recorded live at NY's St Anne's Cathedral is another very good buy. Great atmosphere.
Oh man that is cool music! Had to order on Amazon. Remind me to add you to the list of people here that are pushing me to financial ruin with all these great music suggestions Barry!
The reference to Edinburgh in that song reminds me of how geographically dumb us Americans can be. The year is mid 1980s and had an employee that we sent to the University there since we were using their compilers. I want to call him but didn't know how to dial the country/area code. I call the AT&T international operator and ask how to do that. She comes back and says there is no such place as "Edinbruh." I keep telling her there is and she would not believe me. Eventually it occurred me that she didn't know it is spelled Edinburgh and after spelling it for her, she gave me the number!
Thanks Amir.
Now how do I get my head back through the door?
Loved the story and we've all been there and done something like that
The one I cherish is the story of a very ambitious chairman of the board who was in Paris for a conference and who was trying to ring the CEO in London pre mobile days without success and a similar lack of success with senior colleagues. After a frustrating 10 or more minutes with the switchboard some body answered his call. This is so and so, chairman of the board he said angrily. He railed at the respondent with his inability to be able to speak to the CEO at 10.00am in the morning and demanded that someone ring him back in Paris without delay.
The guy who answered the call was the front doorman, a 60 plus ex London cockney taxi driver who replied:
"It maybe ten o'clock in the morning where you are Mr -----,but it is only nine o'clock here"