Thursday, 26 February 2015

That's Entertainment : Michael Penn


Sean Penn - one of the actor’s of his generation and humanitarian.  He’s been in stacks of films, my fave being Shanghai Surprise (1986).  

Chris Penn - he was in Footloose (1984) which in my books, is pretty bloomin’ awesome. 

Then there’s Michael Penn.  He’s my Bob Dylan - a pop troubadour and a keen observer of the dark recesses of the heart and human condition.  Oh, and the singer/songwriter of his generation.  However, unlike his acting brothers, Michael Penn had a brief flirtation with the pop-charts in 1990 with his debut single No Myth.

Now if I had an ultimate Top 10 songs I’d could have for the rest of my life, No Myth would be one of those songs.  It’s a song that was a minor hit in Australia and I heard it on the radio before becoming a devotee of Michael’s when I bought the cassingle, and later the album.  No Myth is everything a pop-ballad should be - quirky, up-beat, full of warmth, and insanely infectious.  The chorus - what if I was Romeo in black jeans, what if I was Heathcliff, it’s no myth…maybe she’s just looking for someone to dance with - is undeniably different and therein lies the magic of Michael Penn.  His debut album March is littered with these gems - check out Invisible and This and That.  The whole of winter 1990, I was tucked up in my boarding school bed and whilst others shivered in the cold, I was warmed by an album that kept me company and kept me warmer than any blanket could have.  And I have quite seriously spun the album a 1000 times and worn it out, which is nigh impossible to do with a compact disc.  In fact, I once did a 32 hour flight-journey to Moscow (with all the stop-overs and delays) and listened to this album on repeat the whole way (and munched through a couple dozen or so AA batteries in the process).  

The follow up Free For All didn’t have that defining chart hit but it came fully formed with some more delicious slices of wryness.  If you want jangle-pop, check out Free Time.  Fractured love - Seen The Doctor.  For mine, Free For All is the twin of March, but it didn’t sell what the record label wanted it to sell which led to a bitter breakup between artist and label.  It would be five years before Michael’s third album - Resigned - on the Sony label.  I only found about it flipping through the 2nd hand rack at Red Eye records and it was only a few months old apparently.  I bought it immediately and fell in love (this was back in the days when I wouldn’t go anywhere without my discman).  It was also one of the first CDs I ever got with interactive PC content.  Resigned is a hook-ridden guitar-pop album imbued with emotion in every strummed chord and torched vocal.  At any time I want to write something something aching or melancholy, Resigned will get a spin to get me in the mood but I’m selling it short.  The album sparkles with wit and wisdom and is a mature album written and recorded and produced to a tee.  

The new millennium saw Michael Penn release his fourth album, aptly titled MP4 - Days Since A Lost Time Accident.  Other than the lead-in single Lucky One, which seems like an attempt to fabricate an all jingle-jangle radio-friendly hit, this marked the point where Michael Penn stuck his finger up at the industry, radio formats and crafted an album for himself and his devotees…so people like me.  It took a long time, even to this day, for me to completely accept it though in 2000 I met Lee and for the first time in my life, my music collection took second place in my life.  So maybe MP4 suffered because of that.  Listening to a sprinkling of tracks now, it certainly is something worth reinvesting in.

By now, Michael Penn moved away from his pop leanings, and moved more to the family business of film.  He’s lent tracks to films - Godzilla?!? - and scored hit films such as Boogie Nights, Sunshine Cleaning, The Last Kiss and Solitary Man but these days does a lot of work for HBO with Girls and Masters of Sex.  But there was one more album left in him, and in 2005, he independently released his piece d’resistance - Mr Hollywood Jr, 1947 - a post-war noirish love-letter to his fascination with ‘the year everything changed’.  In 1947, the portable radio was invented, the Dept of Defence was established and LA had a spate of UFO sightings, and he has combined these elements in to a sophisticated concept album that twirls and swirls.  One of my favourite tracks is an ambient, chiming evocative piece called The Transistor which tinkles along for a minute and a half whilst another mini-opus is The Television Set Waltz.  Meticulously crafted, it takes a few spins to sink in, but as always, there’s that one moment of ‘oh wow’ and that’s track 1 - Walter Reed.  As a record maker, Michael Penn remains at odds with everything else that has come and gone whilst he creates his music.  I wonder if he observes this in Room 712, the Apache where he sings Nothing’s changed.  Just rearranged for you to fix…

Since then, he’s released a collection of ‘hits’ Palms and Runes, Tarot and Tea.  It’s worthy of your attention.  Michael also maintains a brief presence on Facebook and has plenty of die-hard fans out there.  It’s one of those things on my bucket list to see him play live.  I think he’s given up on the whole album thing and once in a while pops out a tune or two that he uploads to the internet.  

Oh, and did I mention Michael also acted?  Yep.  He was in that quirky 80’s dramedy St Elsewhere.  

When all is said and done, Michael Penn will steadfastly remain an endearing musician in my musical collection.  Whenever I have March on, if I close my eyes, I’m that 14 year old kid again, and I can remember the warmth of that album coursing through by veins on those cold wintery nights.  

I encourage all of you to at least check him out…his musical genius is no myth and I know you won’t leave disappointed. 











NOTE: There is a video for Seen The Doctor out there…for the life of me I can’t find it.  Same as the Damascus Mix of No Myth.  
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Monday, 16 February 2015

That's Entertainment : Valentine's Day


Wow!  That snuck up fast.  Valentine’s Day!  Watch out, Cupid’s about!

Well, I hope you’ve had a shot of insulin as I infuse the cockles of your heart with some delicious paeans of love from the world of pop.

And who can’t go past a good pop ballad?  Seriously, this is the stuff you belt out when you’re driving around a Westfield’s car park looking for an exit.  Or wail as you drown in tequila.  

I love ballads.  It gives me a chance to use the higher end of my voice box to mishit all those notes.  And not that I’m a passionate one, but once a year I get all warm and fuzzy and thank my lucky stars for what I’ve got…although, when I come to think about it…hmmm…

I’m also very sure you have your special song.  So if you do, give that a whirl.  

And two of my faves on this list is a mincing moustachioed lord of the gay and a sock puppet frog playing banjo.  But who cares.  They nail it perfectly.  It doesn’t matter who you love as long as you do.  And share your neenish tart with them or watch their favourite movies and pretend to really really like them (even if you don’t - you will eventually if you’re forced to watch them more than a few times).  Oh, and always leave the toilet seat down and be big enough to say sorry.  

Finally, if you want any more expert opinions, you can buy my new book What I Know About Love I Wrote On The Head of a Matchstick.  Yep, you suckers ain’t get any more help for free. 

So if you haven’t already done so, give a couple of these a whirl and go out and buy some chocolates, or flowers, or a card.  And if you’re unattached, but there is that special someone - and they don’t know it yet - let them know.  Hell, what’s the worst that can happen?  Rejection.  Ok…but other than that?  Sure, sure…a restraining order.  Remember: Life’s too short.  And if it doesn’t work out, at least you can scoff the box of chocolates and plunk the flowers in a vase to watch them slowly wilt and die, just like your broken heart.  It’s just a commercial gimmick anyways.  

So Happy Valentine’s Day!  

<3






Hugh Grant : Pop! Goes MY Heart https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYVuAn88v_k

Ricky Martin : She’s All I Ever Had https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1XkcHVOoq-U


Daniel Bedingfield : IfYou’re Not The One  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3YRDtpizeS0

Daniel Powter : Love You Lately https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BbtcTb_WMsg

Taylor Swift feat Gary Lightbody : The Last Time https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuijXg8wm28


Sting : Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmGqWuh8w_w

Robert Palmer : She Makes My Day https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1xZeNueckzg



Freddie Mercury : I Was Born To Love You https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vNhhAEupU4g

Kermit the Frog : Rainbow Connection https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSFLZ-MzIhM



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Thursday, 5 February 2015

That's Entertainment : Aerosmith [the Geffen years]


So, are we all back at work?  All Christmassed out?  Good!!!  How has your summer been?  It certainly was hot enough for me!  Enough small talk?  Okay…back to it!!

For the summer holidays 1989/90 I was lucky enough to travel to Moscow.  It was still the Soviet era and the city shivered at -40 degree temperatures that winter.  So imagine returning to Australia in late January to 35 degree heat and humidity!  Anyway…to cut a long story short, I remember the immigration lady chaperoning me from the plane telling me about a song she was really liking called Janie’s Got A Gun.  At this time, I’d never heard of the band that performed it - Aerosmith - but the song was giving The B-52’s Loveshack a good shake for the #1 spot on the ARIA charts.  

I remember hearing it the first time.  What immediately grabbed me was the ethereal, shimmery watery intro that led in to a plucked guitar suite with Steve Tyler’s mournful vocals layered over the top.  Of course, I had to get the cassingle and seeing as pretty much every other person was loving the song in that Jan/Feb 1990 period, it quickly was a song played on my Walkman over and over and over and over (the beauty of cassingles were you had the single and the B-side on both sides, so you could listen to both, then flip the tape and not chew up battery).  The outro, with it’s strings and glorious layered vocals are something that can be belted out any time its on and to this day - even right now - remind me of 14 year old me laying on my bed in a cubicle in a humid dormitory waiting for the summer rain.

Anyway.  Janie’s Got A Gun is quite rightly one of those AMAZING rock songs that even now still sounds fresh and rocktacular.  Eventually I would buy the album Pump, with the ‘naughty’ innuendo laced album cover, and Aerosmith firmly became one of my fave bands.  It worked perfectly because these 'old guys’ [Old?  They were my age now in 1989/90 - pushing 40!] who had inspired so many hair metal acts were now showing the whipper snappers like Motley Crue, Poison and Skid Row how it was really done.  I learnt everything I could about the band, learning they had an enviable back catalogue and had fallen off the wagon and upon hard times in the early 80’s after a decade of debauchery during the 70’s.  Rap wunderkinds Run DMC had taken Aerosmith’s earlier hit, Walk This Way, and covered it, giving Aerosmith a new lease of life, culminating in the massive return album in Permanent Vacation littered with gems like Rag Doll, Dude Looks Like A Lady and Angel.

But it was with Pump, with its impeccable blend of sleazy greasy rock - Love In An Elevator, Don’t Get Mad Get Even, and aching ballad What It Takes [could there be any better album closer than this?!?] and mystic mojo of The Other Side and Voodoo Medicine Man - that won them a whole new generation of fans. It quite seriously is an ‘album’ - play it from start to finish, no skipping tracks, no fast forward or rewind, no lulls.  Of course, from there, it was world tours for these cleaned up lads whose singer and lead guitarist were once dubbed The Toxic Twins and were America’s answer to the Rolling Stones, The Who and Led Zeppelin all rolled in to one.

With all the touring and re-found vitality and two 5 million + selling albums, Aerosmith swaggered in to the studio and embarked upon their next album, which would eventually see the light of day in 1993.  Get A Grip came out just as hair metal was waning and grunge and alternative rock was ascending but this didn’t dissuade listeners from buying it up with 7 million copies sold in the US alone.  And as part of the pre-release, I nabbed a Ltd Edition cow hide cover which to this day, is a pride and joy in my collection.  Always a band that meshed pomp rock and blues licks with a keen commercial pop hook, Get A Grip contained a fair mix of belters and ballads.  In fact, it was Aerosmith who gifted Alicia Silverstone her acting career with three video clips off the album and again produced a slew of radio friendly rock that won over the boys and girls.  Livin’ On The Edge started proceedings, followed quickly by Eat The Rich, but it would be the trio of rock ballads - Cryin’, Crazy and Amazing - that would garner them plenty of radio/video airings.  So much so, later in the decade, it was hardly surprising to see them top charts with I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing from the Armageddon soundtrack [and singer Steve is actress Liv Tyler’s daddy too].

By the mid-1990’s, Aerosmith’s stay on the Geffen record label would finish up and they would return to their spiritual home of Columbia Records.  Well, Columbia were smart enough to remaster Aerosmith’s first decade of hits and grandeur and cash in on the newfound Geffen success with a 3 disc set - Pandora's Box.  Eventually, Nine Lives would follow in 1997 as did Just Push Play in 2001, two more brilliant pop-rock albums.  But by the turn of the century, Aerosmith had become the granddaddies of rock, balancing lawyers, accountants, egos and everything else that gets in-between.  They became an on again, off again affair, with a new tour and best of mining their past glories.  Stuck between releasing new music that serves multiple masters and giving punters what they want, Steve Tyler became a host of American Idol and guitar god Joe Perry looks like a guy happy to be a guitar slinger when he’s not retired, and is the understated voice of reason  to Steve Tyler’s whacky dude the gals all clamour for.  And with two of Rock Royalties most dynamic showmen in the band, it’s often easy to overlook the backbone of the band in drummer Joey Kramer [voicing a former love interest of Mrs Krabappel on The Simpsons AND creating the name of the band] , guitarist Brad Whitford [an ace axeman] and bassist Tom Hamilton [the resident comedian and chatterbox who loves doing the band’s press].

Of course, this column has completely ignored the fact that the 10-15 years before the ‘come back’, Aerosmith released a slew of rock classics in Mama Kin, Dream On, Walk This Way and Sweet Emotion [easily one of the BEST EVER Southern fried boogie rock songs AND when re-released in 1991, a cool as film clip with a neat twist ending].  So balancing the 1970’s hey day, their ‘come back’ success and the fact they're now rock royalty with everything else that gets in the way would be a tough gig.  That they’re all still alive is a minor miracle in itself.  That they continue to record new albums and tour is of course, to rock music fans a privilege.

That said, Aerosmith will always have a special spot in my heart.  Listening to Pump reminds me of being in Year 8, and in turn reminds me of Tecehnotronic, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Young Guns and hanging around to watch the end of RAGE, Video Hits and Countdown Revolution to see them air Janie’s Got A Gun just one more time.  It was a wonderful carefree time and Aerosmith certainly was part of that soundtrack tapestry.  And sure, Pump ushered in the commercial hit era as opposed to the raw rock of their early years, but I’m not complaining.  Now owning all their gear, I can truly appreciate Aerosmith for their years of moving, groovin’ and rocking and a rolling.  A tremendous act, if you don’t already have some tracks, check out the relatively inexpensive best of titled O Yeah / The Essential Aerosmith 2 disc.  Or nab Pump for a tenner.  

And since it’s one of those humid, rainy, warm and languid days [with both kids at school], I’ve got Aerosmith on loud and I’m screeching out Dude Looks Like A Lady and Sweet Emotion and Love In An Elevator and wondering where the hell 25 years went…much like the band members of Aerosmith do on a daily basis.

RAWK ON!!!



Walk This Way (with Run DMC) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4B_UYYPb-Gk














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Sunday, 1 February 2015

That's Entertainment : Bon Jovi


The other night I was watching Rambo First Blood on the box (after having watched most of Reign of Fire) and during the ads, I channel surfed.  Over a few stations was U-571 (one of the WORST movies of all time, full of historical inaccuracies - a tissue of lies, purported to be 'real' American WWII deeds, but actually a British deed done wayyyyyy before the Yanks even entered WWII.  As a side note, the real U-571 was sunk by Aussies!  A link from Reign of Fire to U-571 is Matthew McConaughey - make of that what you will).

In my stupor, two things hit me.

1.  TV is s#ite.

2.  Jon Bon Jovi acts!!  Apparently he's been doing it for years.  [ U-571 was released in 2000 ]

Then this week, I read an article about an Aussie who got walked down the aisle in Las Vegas by none other than Jon Bon Jovi.

And today, changing radio channels, on comes Blaze of Glory.  Yep.  Shot dowwnnnnnnnnn...in a bla-zzzzzzze of glo-rryyyyyyyyyy!

It had to be a sign.

So I whipped on the I-tunes and had myself a little party.

I first got in to Bon Jovi when Slippery When Wet and New Jersey were monstering the world.  Chock full of hair-metal rockers, passionate ballads with a hint of blues.  I remember them being BIG.  And I mean B I G.  They were the first American band to ever have an album released in the USSR, on the Melodyia label,and first USSR sanctioned American band to perform in Moscow at the Moscow Music Peace Festival in August 1989.  Just remember, this was before the end of Communism, giving them a foot in to a massive market and a chance to expand their fan base.  The festival, despite the egos, etc...is a pinnacle of the glam/hair metal era.

After Blaze of Glory topped charts in late 1990, Bon Jovi went quiet, grunge arrived and hair metal slowly slipped off the radio formats.  I remember Hot Metal mag saying they'd split up.  Then when they hadn't, there was 'that' haircut heard around the world when Jon Bon Jovi had his long locks shorn down.  That's when hair-metal died.  

In late 1992, my folks live in Laos, and they had Star Channel satellite TV and we got MTV.  Half the time the promos were in English, the other half in Chinese.  But what was pants wettingly exciting for the VJs was Bon Jovi were releasing their new album Keep The Faith and they were doing this promo for a meet n greet, first hearing session in the US and lucky winners could go and blah blah blah.  I actually liked the single Keep The Faith and as if to say a big up yours to hair metal detractors, they breezed out and hits the top of many global charts with a slew of hits that went through for a good 2 years.   Another couple of years of work as the faces of Coke OR Pepsi (smart guys - signed to both and depending on what territory they toured) and they went quiet until 2000, with Matchbox 20 temporarily filing the void.  

Returning in the new millennium with Crush, Bon Jovi returned after the 5 year year absence and garnered themselves a whole new younger audience that augmented their existing fan base.  They have survived changes of taste and cultural fads and fashion.  They've explored a few different sounds but remained true.  Their fans adore them and their global audiences gathered during the early-mid 1990's keep the registers ticking over.  Professional, smart and good businessmen, they also seem like decent blokes too.  They rock, they roll, they tug your heartstrings and give you exactly what their fans want.  It might be sacrilegious, but like another New Jersey boy, Bruce Springsteen, they remain workmanlike when they're millionaire superstars.  In fact, you could imagine yourself have a beer with Jon Bon Jovi - or have him walk you down the aisle.

Bon Jovi are smart.  Eschewing the drug problems most rock bands have, they stayed fairly clean, toured the world and filled that massive niche - appealing to teen boys and the blokes with the rockers, appealing to the teen girls and ladies with the ballads.  Good looking, entertaining.  Good time, clean rock n roll fun.  Stadia filled with the masses.  More albums, singles, videos, tours, boxsets and #1s than you can poke a stick at.

Now in 2013, with a new album, another event tour and almost thirty years experience and back catalog in the vault, Bon Jovi have become my generations Rolling Stones, which is in no means an insult.

I always loved the shouty rawk of You Give Love A Bad Name.

I always loved the regal Lay Your Hands On Me with it's elongated intro and hair-band squeal of guitars.

I always loved the hair-metal bombast of Bad Medicine.

I always loved the syrup of In These Arms (single edit)

And I always loved the much forgotten, Beatles-esque Say It Isn't So.

I'm sure you've got your Bon Jovi moments too.  We all do.   Keep the faith Bon Jovi fans.  :-)




Oh my - could this be a USSR Melodyia LP release of Bon Jovi's New Jersey?  It sure is.  You can touch me later.




You Give Love A Bad Name  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrZHPOeOxQQ








I'll Sleep When I'm Dead   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ts-e0uZfooQ


Someday I'll Be Saturday Night   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qFNZXaBcXkA

Something For The Pain   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6aO-A_QVgS4



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That's Entertainment : Collective Soul


Back in 1994 when I should have been studying for the HSC trials, I was reading Timothy Zahn's Star Wars : Heir To The Empire and listening to lots of Stone Temple Pilots, Soundgarden and Alice Cooper.  I was also playing the hell out of Collective Soul's song Shine.  It was just one of those songs I Iatched on to and had to tape repeatedly on both sides of a BASF C90 cassette tape so I didn't have to worry about programming the discman or rewinding the tape deck. 

For me, Shine is one of those all time classics.  I just don't know what it is.  The guitar is cool, the vocal Peter Gabriel-eqsue and one of those alt-grunge pop-rock tracks that seems to get played on FM at least once a day.  I even have the album [bought out of loyalty when I bought all the other CDs] but have never listened to it.  

After that, Collective Soul seemed to hit a rich vein of musical and chart success.  Their second album, titled Collective Soul [TRIVIA : the story is the first album was supposed to be their 'demo' tape but got pushed up as a proper release.  The 2nd album the band considers their real 'first' album, hence it being self-titled --- yeah, whatever!] has no less than FIVE bona fide hits - The World I Know, Smashing Young Man, December, Where The River Flows, and Gel as well as containing one of my faves - Collection of Goods.  It's grunge lite, melodic 70's rock for the 90's.  At this time, they had major record label backing too and in 1995, the world was Collective Soul's oyster.

1997 saw them release Disciplined Breakdown with the firm hits Precious Declaration and Listen.  It was a rawer, dirtier sound.  They toured Oz and I missed it for stoopid uni exams - drats!!!   The album also contains other little gems like Link, In Between and Crowded Head.  This was a CD that got taped for the car and in 1997/98 when I delivered pizzas for a summer job in my beat up royal blue Toyota Corona 1978.  

Come 2000, labels demanded gloss and they polished most 'rock' bands.  There's a look and a sound distinctive to much of 1999-2001 outside of the Nu-rock genre.  Collective Soul released Blender and the record label most def polished the bands sound and image in an effort to sell records and appeal to the girls.  It's an album I bought on cassette for $5 at the reject shop and accidentally left on the dashboard and had warped in the sun.  It's got a lot of muscle and I like it a lot.  At about this time, I got derided by a Borders co-worker for liking them and his attempts to humiliate me in front of others by telling everyone they were 'Christian Rock' did little to deter their appeal.  But within 12 months, they'd been dropped from their label and completed their deal with the obligatory Greatest Hits album.

I moved on with life and other things and Collective Soul went on hiatus.  They got on some minor labels and released a couple of albums, but JB always had them too pricey and I no longer paid more than $20 for an album (LOL at that !!!)  It wasn't until 2007 when I was on the band's website and they were releasing their new record Afterwards that I fell in love with the new single Hollywood.   It's just the perfect summer song.  And fortuitously, the couple of albums I'd missed, JB were flogging off for $5 down from the lofty import price of $35.

So exploring a few albums at once, I found How Do You Love on one of the missed albums, and it just fit perfectly for ideas I was having for a great 'death scene' in Alistair Raven.  Funnily enough, that scene is no longer in book 1, book 2 or book 3, but the penultimate scene of book 4.   But it's still perfect.  If and when it's a film, that will be the close out song and the girls on Team Alistair will be choking back the tears and it will be the ending of all endings not seen since...well, The Wrath of Khan.  Which is cool, because Collective Soul were on the Twilight soundtrack, so why not mine, eh?

Ultimately, it's Shine that still gets a good airing by FM radio.  For me, instead of mixed tapes or burnt CDs - where I always had to do the math and leave some song off here and there - I now have all the fave Collective Soul tracks loaded up on my I-pod.  

I've picked a choice few here for your listening pleasure.  I hope you enjoy!






Tremble For My Beloved   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKxK5uiHIvA








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That's Entertainment : White Lies


The White Lies are a UK three-piece who have recently released their third album Big TV.  

Normally I don't gush about newish bands as it comes across as conceited and churlish (much like pretty much everything else I do :-)  ).

Anyway...I've had this band's new album for two weeks and pretty much have had it on the I-tunes and I-pod non-stop.  There's just a connection and it sounds fantastic.

I sort of knew what I was getting in to, because I'd bought their second album Ritual back in early 2011, just on spec and liked it, particularly the single Bigger Than Us.

But this new album is exceptional from start to finish.  And the beauty is, I've gone back and delved in to the 2nd album and even had a chance to go check out their debut 2009 CD To Lose My Life...  

On the Fiction Records label (The Cure), for mine, it's the sounds of Joy Division, Ultravox, Tears For Fears, Simple Minds and Echo and the Bunnymen being percolated via Talking Heads and Bloc Party, The Bravery and Interpol.  And this new album has seen them broaden their palette, incorporating a larger sound, creating tunes imbued with a new confidence and bombast.   

And whereas a similar band I really adored (The Editors) recently faltered, White Lies have taken the baton for dark but uplifting angular British rock.  I'd go out on a limb and say these guys will be the next Muse in 5-7 years.  But why not just enjoy the here and now?  

So take a chance with the White Lies.  They might just surprise you.

Have a good weekend!



To Love My Life...or Lose My Love  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGEjz12YLiM

Farewell To The Fairground  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlmSqyMT0FQ






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