tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116690042850060767.post3208218003831639697..comments2023-08-10T12:55:23.427+01:00Comments on SUBROSA: Sunday Morning Musicsubrosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00151702590329788260noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116690042850060767.post-28902455387236365992013-01-25T00:12:20.259+00:002013-01-25T00:12:20.259+00:00I remember Mr.Campbell well,ex RAF second world wa...I remember Mr.Campbell well,ex RAF second world war -used to take me home to Edinburgh on occasion during the holidays -interesting you were there in the 60's, I left about'66 <br />maladjusticehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11488035069287287660noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116690042850060767.post-39602107501911385332012-09-04T01:04:35.261+01:002012-09-04T01:04:35.261+01:00Hi wisnaeme. What a lovely memory.
I don't r...Hi wisnaeme. What a lovely memory.<br /><br />I don't remember a clarinetist by the name of Campbell but I do remember the cellist Whittie (I think it was). He had the paper shop next to Aiken's the grocer.subrosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00151702590329788260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116690042850060767.post-80179338651047660982012-09-03T01:50:36.766+01:002012-09-03T01:50:36.766+01:00Aye, the man certainly had the acute perception as...Aye, the man certainly had the acute perception as a master wordsmith. That's for sure.<br />....and on a personal note. In the early sixties I was a Barnardo's brat in one of their homes in Peebles, Craigerne to be precise. Our music teacher was a man named Mr Campbell. A gifted clarinetist, who sometimes took me along to a local scout's hall cum church hall cum community hall where he had a want to jam with other musicians, young and old. I met Eric there a few times as Mr Campbell and himself and others enjoyed erm jamming in a Skiffle band. Eric's dad was a fine piper as well. A few years ago I bought one of his CDs up in Skye and played it on the journey home. One track stood out and has done so ever since. As I have already mentioned, I was in a children's home and there was definately no warmth or affinity with my father. Eric, judging by the lyrics of his song felt that way too but put it into words in a way I could never do. I suggest you google the lyrics to "The Journey" by eric Bogle and feel the sadness of some very private, spoken thought.Thankyou Eric.wisnaemehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08321760444005969142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116690042850060767.post-43481859641126643152012-09-02T22:32:43.340+01:002012-09-02T22:32:43.340+01:00Idiots indeed Dioclese. Oh the way in which this ...Idiots indeed Dioclese. Oh the way in which this PC culture is destroying the world.subrosahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00151702590329788260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116690042850060767.post-39544928455220303182012-09-02T20:39:06.678+01:002012-09-02T20:39:06.678+01:00I am a great fan of Bogle. This is one of his more...I am a great fan of Bogle. This is one of his more serious songs.<br /><br />Some time ago I did a video to his anti-racist song "I hate wogs" and guess what? YouTube banned it for being racist. Idiots.Dioclesehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08139646438543954337noreply@blogger.com