Tag Archives: jazz

hitler hated jazz

Posted on January 5, 2017 by marycigarettes

they look good them jewish kids.. that young lustrous dark brown curly wurly hair, planets away from the frizz it becomes if they keep it long through later years…  they got good taste in clothes too, passed on to them … Continue reading →

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retired radio presenter

Posted on December 2, 2016 by marycigarettes

standing by the chunky soundproofed exit door for the very last time, alan lane surveys the pale blue room from where he broadcasted forty years worth of late night radio talk show. there is no sadness, only gratitude and exhaustion. … Continue reading →

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felix plays the drums now

Posted on November 30, 2016 by marycigarettes

you see that big house behind the gates there…that’s where felix lives. he finally retired at 75 having made a load of lolly by being in the right place at the right time. god knows why, but he’s taken up … Continue reading →

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as malcolm mclaren once said “paris is jazz…jazz is paris”.

Posted on October 29, 2014 by marycigarettes

it still blows me away how there’s a train out of london that goes under the sea,and ends up in the centre of paris a couple of hours later.you leave paris after lunch to be back home in the kitchen … Continue reading →

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paris

Posted on August 3, 2012 by marycigarettes

we’re just back from paris… i’m amazed at how we can just jump on a train in london,and in the blink of an eye,end up slap bang in the middle of that beautiful city. the parisiennes are loose,charming..and contrary to … Continue reading →

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an evening with charlie watts

Posted on June 30, 2011 by marycigarettes

last week i went to see charlie watts play jazz … far away from the rolling stones … in a tiny basement in soho. one thing i was left thinking about was how fulfilment comes to folk, who do what … Continue reading →

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