Roxy Music Time!

Last week I was getting the adrenalin rush of performing in a play at a theatre I fell in love with the first time I saw a production there sixteen years ago. My beloved has only just got over her end of run hangover.

This week has been a little flat, although I did get my first telly work this year which is good. I went for a casting in Manchester on Wednesday and got a part in a TV commercial, as did a good mate of mine who I enjoy working with. Filming next week somewhere in the North West which will be good fun.

This week the news hasn't been exciting enough to stimulate a great deal of blogging. The government still doing its best to screw up the Middle East by pratting around in Syria. The European Union pretending they have a solution to the cock-up that is the Euro. Strange how they seem to think endless summits will solve the problem. Which reminds me, I was asked yesterday if I had any financial dependents. I answered: "Yes, the population of Greece!" Boom, boom!

So to end the week I thought a bit of Roxy Music would go down well. In my humble opinion Bryan Ferry has never written or sung a bad song, so I'm always spoilt for choice. I went for Psalm, off the Stranded album:

Back To 1977

Lounging around in the sixth form, chasing girls, drinking Boddington's and wishing I was as cool as Bryan Ferry. That was me, and half the teenagers in the country in 1977.

Bryan Ferry has written some of the finest pop songs ever written and has always played with some of the world's best musicians. Here is one of his finest from that vintage year of 1977, the title track from his fourth solo album, In Your Mind:



In fact I'd forgotten what a damn fine album In Your Mind is, so here's a bonus track from it, Rock of Ages: