Kid Calamity wrote: I recently, bought 'Pin Ups' by David Bowie, on CD. I have it on vinyl, but like so many classics of my past, hadn't heard it since doing away with a turntable so many decades ago.
'Rosalyn' and 'Here Comes the Night' remind me of naughty afternoons at a girlfriend's house, that hot, sultry Summer of 1973 (I think), while her parents were out. She was playing that album to me, as the afternoon got hotter.
It's still a cracking album.
That's really quite alerting in my memory. Because I was brought up as a Catholic, and my girlfriend (as youths) was a Protestant, we had to see each other in secret. Her father was a minister. I had to hide in a cupboard once or twice.
Absolute stupidity.
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