I’ve been having quite the chat on Twitter with Caro Maple over this. Seems she’s a fan too and she’s coming over for a couple of the gigs in March/April, as is Anouk and Minsku.
Did I say I have a spare stalls ticket for London RFH if anyone’s interested.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Peter Green; self effacing founder member of Fleetwood Mac. He didn’t want the band named after himself so when pushed for a name he suggested combining the names of his drummer & bassist.
Found this documentary about his influences, guitars, amps and effects interesting watching.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
He was also the songwriter of Black Magic Woman; a song I’ve spent most of my life thinking was a Santana song when it was actually a cover. From the 1968 Fleetwood Mac album English Rose.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Enigmatic, fragile, private, creative and influential. Seminal is a very apt word in his case.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
And Chuck Yeager too! He was a hero to even kids in Britain when he broke the sound barrier.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Tragic news today. Philip Todd was known as "Fenland" on the old GMB. Although he posted here only briefly as Fenlander62, he remained a keen Frapp fan
This is so, so sad. We communicated most commonly over the last 2 to 3 years on Twitter, where he was known as Twitching Phil after his love of birds & bird watching. We were both born in the Fens about 4 miles apart & I was about 4 years older than him. We had a lot in common aside of that as we both thought Brexit was an appallingly short sighted decision & we both deeply hated Tories & their values, or rather the lack of them.
Rest in Peace Phil. Rest in power friend & we will raise a glass in your honour this Christmas & at the next gig when the #FrappFam meet, whenever that eventually comes to pass.
=((
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
This is Phil for those who didn’t know him. He is standing immediately behind Anouk (roughly centre front in the beige coat) & slightly to the right of Bethan.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
For anyone interested, the #FrappFam on Facebook have arranged a Zoom meet-up this Friday at 7.30pm GMT in memory of Phil Todd. He always liked what he called ‘a chippy tea’ on a Friday, which is Deep fried fish in batter, chips & mushy peas if you don’t know, so some of us will be trying to replicate that in his honour & raise a glass. If you can and want to make it, all are welcome. It is being hosted by Julia Maddox in New York so it will be an international affair. @CaroMaple will be taking part, as will I, Elliott, David Baxter etc. Here’s the link
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern? Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?