I was trying to sort out the difference between Tom Petty and Tom Waits earlier, and was listening to Come On Up To The House when I spotted a link to the very moving series 2 OITNB episode that that song features in.

Barely had I put it on when I began to cry and sob in the most upsetting way, I've never heard myself make noises like that before.

It's healthy though, cathartic abreaction.

I don't know what OITNB is.

Orange is the New Black.

Not that bloomin' terrible Director's cut version.

WhatDoesThisButtonDo? wrote:

Not that bloomin' terrible Director's cut version.

Oh, that was on the first album I ever had, "A Saucerful of Secrets" (apart from K-Tel Superhits etc)
Much better than the Hawkwind cover.

But tonight I am listening to this....bit different.

Vertical Record player,

As suspected, my three favourite Billy Joel songs are on three different albums, so can't be included in my top ten. But I'm listening to Billy now.

The first time I saw the Sahara, and Africa spread beyond it, coming down from the mountains into the most incredible sunset, my driver was a huge Billy Joel fan too and 'River of Dreams' started just as the whole incredible panorama opened up. It was on as loud as the tape deck could go without distortion. Far from the first time it played during our long journey, but the most special. There soon followed a very much needed healing period of time with his Berber kin in the desert, watching shooting stars by night, and discussing life and death and the meanings, fears, and hopes of those states. In a broken combination of English, French, Arabic, and their local language, the flow fitted together surprisingly well.

Those hips, those thighs, that a*se. The perfectly coordinated movement of each. That flat front on the tight jeans, a fail safe sign in my experience of a thing or three so impressive and of such heaviness that it all hangs under rather than front and centre.