"Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man. You've got to spread your wings ..." Now I'm not sure I subscribe to the Saint Etienne Finisterre thing of believing in Donovan over Dylan, love over cynicism ..." but I do like a bit of Donovan. And he wrote some lovely London songs. Some lovely sunny ones. Sunny Goodge Street, of course. And Sunny South Kensington. Of its time, perhaps. But any song that mentions Jean Paul Belmondo, Mary Quant and Ginsberg in the same verse is all right with me. So here's the original 7", giving us another excuse to say: "Blimey squire, that's what I call a record player ..."Saturday, 29 August 2009
Sunny South Kensington
"Come loon soon down Cromwell Road, man. You've got to spread your wings ..." Now I'm not sure I subscribe to the Saint Etienne Finisterre thing of believing in Donovan over Dylan, love over cynicism ..." but I do like a bit of Donovan. And he wrote some lovely London songs. Some lovely sunny ones. Sunny Goodge Street, of course. And Sunny South Kensington. Of its time, perhaps. But any song that mentions Jean Paul Belmondo, Mary Quant and Ginsberg in the same verse is all right with me. So here's the original 7", giving us another excuse to say: "Blimey squire, that's what I call a record player ..."
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