Sunday, 23 March 2008

The Evening Sings In A Voice of Amber

Thanks to those bad men (and no doubt women) at Limewire, I have been indulging a air bit of back catalogue filling. Way I see it, I already paid (well, mostly - who'd have thought that there was a Shoplifters Anonymous website? Morrisey would be spinning in his grave if he was dead) for the original recordings on vinyl, so I'm not doing anything terribly wrong. I spent an extremely indulgent day almost downloading the entire Wall album and have also been tapping into some Al Stewart nostalgia with gusto. I used to play Past Present & Future to death and to hear it again feels incredibly comforting, especially Roads to Moscow and Old Admirals.

But doesn't Al look old?

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