'A man needs a maid' wailed Neil Young in the song of the same name on the evergreen Harvest Back in 1972. Fine song. But the sentiment. Are you sure Neil ? What you mean someone to shop an dcook and clean after you. And then perhaps lie back and think of Tennessee. Stretch her legs when you're so inclined. It seems clear he hadn't been reading Susan Sontag, Joan Didion,. Germaine Greer. Or Simone De Beauvoir. Let's put it that way.
But sometimes the Captain of a blog like It Starts needs a Mate. First Mate Starbucks aka Darren Jones in this case. He turns up just when he's needed on the Captain's Table with a fishy on a litte dishy for my Song(s) of the Day. I'm most grateful.
In a world that's gone mad for ticking boxes Euphoria Again's Waiting On Time To Fly ticks all of the ones I'll need this Tuesday morning as the sun rises in the Newcastle heavens and I make my way towards my half eight with Dussledorf businesspeople.
Gentle Americana with a yearning heart and a dreaming consciousness. Songs that ache and tremble with soul and heart. Thanks Darren Another winner.
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