![]() ![]() The Aretha version of course won hands down, but other than that I’m finding it difficult to find a personal connection to her music. Not so long ago, after “experiencing” the song I Say A Little Prayer at great volume on the car radio, I wrote another compare and contrast post (link here). Last night however I didn’t, as I had committed the cardinal sin of surfing the net on my phone before going to sleep as I still hadn’t worked out the angle I was going to take when I eventually get round to writing my Aretha Franklin tribute. I woke up last night at 3.30am, which is fairly normal for me, but I usually get back to sleep at some point and get a few extra hours in before the 7 o’clock alarm goes off. ![]() They would have had no idea back then of what was yet to come.īut I digress and have yet to explain my morning nausea caused by leaping out of bed at such speed. Here is a great clip from those days, the boys dressed in their very smart suits complete with snake hips and mop top haircuts. The Beatles started performing it as part of their live set at the Cavern Club in 1962 and also included it on one of their first albums. It started out however as the debut single for the Marvelettes and in late 1961 became the first Motown song to reach the No. 2 in the UK Singles Chart in 1975 with their version. Postman. Now this is a song I am very familiar with as one of my favourite duos, t he Carpenters, got to No. My friend the postman is the only person other than my family (and the blogging fraternity who very kindly take the time to read my posts) who knows of the journey I have been on over the last year, since deciding the world of the paperless office was not for me.Īs this blog always features a song or two, this would therefore seem like the perfect time to squeeze in something I have long wanted to include, Please Mr. ![]() To compensate I end up gibbering, telling him about everything that is going on in my life, but a nice little exchange all the same. I probably imagine it, but he makes me feel like a tardy teen who has been festering under the duvet, as opposed to a busy bee who has already put on a washing, tidied the kitchen, paid a few bills and checked the various email accounts. CARPENTERS PLEASE MISTER POSTMAN FULLProblem is, once you log on for the day, the hours and minutes can whizz by and I sometimes find myself still in pyjamas when the doorbell rings, knowing full well it will be our smiling postman, with some parcel or other I have to sign for. This sounds ridiculous I know, but since giving up work last year I’ve been able to have a more laissez-faire attitude to becoming suited and booted by 8am every morning. The reason for this haste? – I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of the postman! Well, as I sit down to start blogging for the first time in a couple of weeks, I feel a little nauseous – No, not at the thought of blogging, but because half and hour ago I had to leap out of bed and get ready to face the day at breakneck speed. ![]()
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