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Take That: Greatest Hits
tacky I know
Respect
Aretha Franklin: Respect - The Very Best of Aretha Franklin
used to play this with the band
Must I paint you a picture?
Billy Bragg: Must I Paint You a Picture - The Essential Billy Bragg
"the temptation to take the precious things we have apart to see how they work, must be resisted for they never fit together again"
Angels
Robbie Williams: Live at Knebworth
Most played track for hatches, matches and dispatches in the UK, apparently.
Speak like a child
The Style Council: Style Council's Greatest Hits
"and I believe it when you look in my eyes, you offer me life but never lies, least only the kind to make me smile"
Don't matter what sign you are
Diana Ross and the Supremes: 40 Golden Motown Greats
"you're gonna be mine you are, don't let astrology, chart our destiny"
By the time I get to Phoenix
Issac Hayes: The Best of Isaac Hayes
ditto Moonlight in Vermont. Makes you want to go on a road trip. Love the bit when he says " by the time, I get to Alberque, she'll be rising..." so evocative.
Moonlight in Vermont
Betty Carter: Finest Hour
One of those places I haven't yet been in America and the song makes it seem all the more intriguing and sad.
My Funny Valentine
Elvis Costello: North
Something really sweet about this song...
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Hope you had a great birthday, it sounds like it was fun!
Mine was Friday -- I drank. A lot :)
Posted by: sheri | Nov 25, 2003 at 08:25 AM
hello me darl
What an amazing diary of your amazing (but hard) events. Seems so long since I've seen you but the tone of your words seem so familiar. So interesting to read about your thoughts and your strength. It's given me some strength today, on a day that I've had sad news.
I was just speaking to Adie and we were talking about life and things and you my love.
That's all I wanted to say.
I hope I see you again one day/soon?
Tamara x
Posted by: tamara | Nov 27, 2003 at 11:38 PM
November 23rd 2004
Today Emma would have been 37 years old. In the land where she was born, we walked at Bundeena through the rejuvenating littoral rainforest, A misty rain not enough to spoil the pleasure of the walk. Aboriginal engravings just visible on the sandstone rocks. To the shore as she did last New Year’s day in Wales. The timeless sea and the landscape of this aged country throwing the transience of our tiny moments in time on earth into stark relief. She must have felt that too as she contemplated her threatened time here.
Now the late afternoon sun is filling the room on the harbour with warmth.
Posted by: Linda & Ernest | Nov 23, 2004 at 07:18 AM
I think of her often.
I'll be raising a glass later.
It's very quiet without her.
Danny.
Posted by: DannySea | Nov 23, 2004 at 01:02 PM