Eine Kleine Nichtmusik

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Saturday, August 17, 2013

The past is a foreign country: records were black and made of vinyl

I thought of this one when we passed several anthills today when out for a walk near Braemar. And I thought of it in the States, both when we found a minute proto-anthill at the Grand Canyon and when looking at the mighty Hoover Dam.

And I'm just linking this one because I felt like it: I seem to be having a bit of a retro day.

This is one of the very earliest records I can remember on the radio: I would have been two when it came out so maybe three at most when I remember it getting a lot of airplay.

Other music I remember from my early days:

And I loved this one:


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