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January 05, 2011

How I Long To Feel That Summer In My Heart - Gorky's Zygotic Mynci [2001]


Now's as good a time as any to look forward to summers past. Moving at a gentle even pace through hazy nostalgia for worry-free, school-less days, Richard James brings the whoozy campfire psychedelics; Euros Childs his gift for fab four melody and all round joie de vivre.

Drift away into the blue.

Oddi wrth y brawd
let those blue skies

4 comments:

Pagan Dad said...

Though this record post-dates the time by fifteen years, it retro-cons times of drinking and smoking and raising the Earth Goddess of Cowgrove's fields in Dorset's pagan lowlands.

Y Brawd said...

In South Wales this was followed by early autumns spent scouring wet fields at dawn...

Pagan Dad said...

Ah, yes. I remember a few Free Festies in South Wales; Cold, damp, autumn foraging mornings. I remember them well... well a bit.

Pastaman Vibration (ye-ah!) said...

Yeah, it's amazing how many of us seemed to lose a contact lens in some pasture or other at 7 o clock on a dewy September morning only to spend the next hour or so bent double looking for it.

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