Hi! I'm Feather, as you can see I've not moved properly in yet, but here's a taster of what's to come:
Beat Poem for Carl Wilson
That day, I picked an LP and played it on the gramophone
The next day, the radionews said that you had died
What now?
The Beach Boys = sunshinesurfingfunfunfun
('Till Daddy takes the T-Bird away)
Record spins. Thirty three revolutions per minute.
Coloured sleeves belonging to my mother
Sunsoaked music cheering up rainy seaside afternoons
Without television/radio/communication.
meanwhile in 1966:
not the Summer of Love.
two hippies kiss in a field full of poppies
reminds them of a war in Vietnam.
not political.
successful with one brother on tour
Brian stays at home... working.
not The Beatles.
file before them, formed after.
you were only 14.
God only knows what I'd be without you.
record played on American FM radio.
Sun Shining
Song Playing
Board Waxing
Boys Surfing
You live on in the music of Welsh bands.
And God Only Knows still spins on my turntable.
Email me at feather boa in the meantime.
Please come back soon and visit me.
