Charles Connolly

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Scar – Dany Horovitz

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Scar – Dany Horovitz

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™˜๐™–๐™ง – ๐˜ฟ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฎ ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ค๐™ซ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ฏ


    Charles speaks of love from a distanceโ€ฆ


    Have you ever had a crush on someone? Obvs. Obvs, utts, totes, abs and deffo. Of course you have. Youโ€™re only human, after all. I certainly have, anyway. From my own personal experience, I can only speak from the perspective of a heterosexual male. I would love to say her name was Sophia, but alasโ€ฆ Letโ€™s talk about Sharon. The glint quickly snapped from an eye. The way her hair just falls and bounces in THAT way as she turns around. The perfectly formed nose that wrinkles when amused. That slender, elegant neck forcing oneโ€™s eyes down towards herโ€ฆ collarbone. Proud shoulders that hang from invisible threads, not highly strung but still supported. The sweetest laugh that only I have noticed. An occasional cackle denoting a darker, more intriguing side to this wonder.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Sum of All Colors – Andres Guazzelli

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: The Sum of All Colors – Andres Guazzelli

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ช๐™ข ๐™ค๐™› ๐˜ผ๐™ก๐™ก ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ค๐™ง๐™จ – ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™๐™ง๐™š๐™จ ๐™‚๐™ช๐™–๐™ฏ๐™ฏ๐™š๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž


    Charles Connolly cries over hueโ€ฆ


    Have you ever had a pet? I haven’t. Never. Of any kind. But I suspect this to be quite rare. I suspect that most of you – if not almost all – have at some point in your life had a pet of some sort. Were my parents thoughtless or cruel in not giving me a pet when I was a child? I would say not. The main reason being, that due to my severe eczema and asthma, as well as various allergies, a pet might have finished me off entirely. I am not sad or regretful though, as having never experienced the sensation, I cannot say my eternal lack of animal really affected me in any way. Personally, I was too busy being immersed in music (little has changed). Most children and teenagers have little to do, and so a pet will most certainly give you some sort of sense of purpose. Could a pet perhaps prepare you in life for being a parent? Or even, for being a partner? To naturally be forced to care for someone so early in life? It could be a lesser pet that is simply around, with less of a presence, that your mother (or nanny) looks after, and that you yourself have little to do with. But I will assume that most pets quickly become very much part of the family.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: TOTEM – Amaury Laurent Bernier

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: TOTEM – Amaury Laurent Bernier

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™Š๐™๐™€๐™ˆ – ๐˜ผ๐™ข๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™‡๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™š๐™ง


    In disbelief, Charles is inspiredโ€ฆ


    Some of you may wonder about my reviews. โ€œWhere does he get his ideas? Where does his inspiration come from?โ€ Others of you might not give the slightest damn! Well I’m not concentrating on that impolite fraction. So, these ideas are usually me and my very best constipation face, until something good springs to mind. Then I simply jot it all down. This time however, it was sheer inspiration in being moved by the music. I couldn’t help but put pen to paper. Simple as that! Amaury Laurent Bernier has had much attention of late, in and around the New Artist Spotlight and the rest of the internet. Much praise, various interviews – you know. I like to go a little off the beaten track. So as not to repeat what has already been said elsewhere. Of course, there will be SOME repetition, because I did not entirely detest the record.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Too Early At The Party – Amaury Laurent Bernier

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Too Early At The Party – Amaury Laurent Bernier

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ค๐™ค ๐™€๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐˜ผ๐™ฉ ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™‹๐™–๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ฎ – ๐˜ผ๐™ข๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™‡๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™š๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™š๐™ง


    Charles is pickinโ€™ up good vibrationsโ€ฆ


    I found myself quietly affected this week. It will not be a secret as to why, and will probably not come as a surprise to many of you. No, it is not anything war related. Neither is it anything political. And it is nothing personal (not really). There has been much in the press and all over the internet about it. Can you guess? Well, howโ€™s about this for a clue. A post I saw yesterday on the International Singer Songwriters Association Facebook group sums it up pretty well: โ€œI have two busts on my Steinway. One is Beethoven. The other is Brian Wilsonโ€โ€ฆ Says it all. I personally might choose to have a bust of someone else on my Steinway. But one, I donโ€™t have a Steinway, and two, Iโ€™m not sure Marilyn Monroe would be too happy with my placement of her bust. Sheโ€™s giving me the excitations, but letโ€™s get back to business. The chap who made this post evidently rates Brian Wilson as one of the true greats of all time. And heโ€™s not alone in thinking this. In the past week, Brian Wilson passed on. I was hit with a silence when I found out. It wasnโ€™t an incomprehensible loss of senses and inability to string thoughts together, like when the Queen died, but I felt strange. I felt like the past was slipping away from me. As if I was pulling on a rope gripped tightly with both hands, but someone had oiled the yarn. โ€œThe nearer your destination, the more youโ€™re slip slidinโ€™ awayโ€, as Paul Simon once sang. Wilson is another great gone. Such a kind man, known for his honesty, childlike manner, and playful charm. What we really mourn though, is the loss of a sensationally talented man.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tonight – Arnoldo’s Lizards, Wilko Wilkes

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tonight – Arnoldo’s Lizards, Wilko Wilkes

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ – ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™™๐™คโ€™๐™จ ๐™‡๐™ž๐™ฏ๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™จ, ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™ค ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™š๐™จ


    Charles ch-ch-ch-ch-changesโ€ฆ


    Letโ€™s face it. Everything is changing. Perhaps everything has already changed. But then again, this would suggest that things have stopped changing, and that all is stagnant. This will never happen. Whether you like it or not, things are always changing. Sometimes for better. Other times, well, not so much. โ€™Tis zee vay of zee vorld. I have never quite understood the definition of the word “progress”. I used to think it meant improvement, but now I realise it is more just simple evolution. To progress. To move forward. Not necessarily brilliant, but ultimately vital. I canโ€™t explain why, but it is seemingly and apparently necessary as a civilisation, I think. Right now, we have the dawn of A.I., poking and teasing us like impatient demanders. I wonโ€™t go into this because I cannot bring myself to. The biggest change before that was undoubtedly the internet. A truly world-changing phenomenon. I think the first of these “modern” phenomena was electricity. It changed the world. It changed everything. The next big wave of movement – admittedly more of a cultural or societal nature – was possibly the liberation of youth in the 60s. They had power and money, for the first time. They were not tired from war, for they had never experienced it. To a certain extent, this changed a lot of the world. Our way of thinking changed. Younger people were taken seriously. And others who used to have status and respect were relegated to the old folkโ€™s home at the grand old age of 48.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tom – Kaminski

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tom – Kaminski

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ค๐™ข – ๐™†๐™–๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ ๐™ž


    Charles is just being friendlyโ€ฆ


    Last week was all about ballads. It was about how music makes you feel. I donโ€™t quite mean HOW it makes you feel, but THAT it makes you feel. Dud music doesnโ€™t make me feel. Songs about things I canโ€™t relate to, do little for me. They donโ€™t make me feel. The best music should make you feel, in some way or other. It could be that it makes you cry, it could be that it makes you glow, and it could be that it makes you tingle; up here, or down there. But if thereโ€™s none of that, thereโ€™s none of that. So there isnโ€™t a great deal of point in listening. Which is the main problem I have with generic pop. It plays, I hear, and thatโ€™s about it. Itโ€™s as nutritious as a leaf of iceberg lettuce. Basically crunchy tap water without the sweetness of watermelon. I seem to have a thing for that cruddy song โ€˜Watermelon Sugarโ€™โ€ฆ Anyway! I said last week how sadness is a bigger feeling than happiness. Hence the Blues. But the Blues isnโ€™t just a genre of music; itโ€™s a lifestyle. Well, for some it is, but I only really said that because it sounded cool in my head. What I really meant was, the Blues doesnโ€™t really need to be in the style of Blues music. Itโ€™s about feeling blue. So in a way, any sad song is a Blues song. Which sounds ridiculous, but itโ€™s kinda true if you think about it.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Together Forever – Von Marlon

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Together Forever – Von Marlon

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ค๐™œ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™๐™ค๐™ง๐™š๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง – ๐™‘๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™ค๐™ฃ


    Charles falls into the groove.


    Letโ€™s play a drinking game. Those under the legal age, please leave the room and play with your toys. This is serious man stuff. No offence to the minors or the women. Actually, women are allowed if they think theyโ€™re man enough – lovely phrase. Right! Letโ€™s begin. Every time I mention groove or anything groove related, you have to down a shot. Or at least, have a large gulp of your alcoholic beverage of choice. Weโ€™ll have none of that sipping lark, thank you very much. We are about to step into the groove. You should be on your fourth by now – this might get a little messyโ€ฆ


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tethered To The Hidebound – Bryan Cooper

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Tethered To The Hidebound – Bryan Cooper

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™š๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™ค ๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™™๐™š๐™—๐™ค๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™™ – ๐˜ฝ๐™ง๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ค๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง


    Charles is bound to hideโ€ฆ


    So Track 1 of my โ€œHands Up!โ€ album is now released, and the journey has begun. The wheels are in motion, and I forgot to attach the brakes. Yes, this is what I am going to be talking about this week. Me and my music. Ow, ow, OWW!!! That HURTS! Stop hitting me with that, that, what IS that?? Oh I see. You wish me not to talk about me and my music. Well fine then. I wonโ€™t. Huh! Iโ€™ll have to cry later, wonโ€™t I. But I had it all planned! It was nice and simple – I didnโ€™t have to sift through the hundred new releases from members of the New Artist Spotlight. I didnโ€™t have to excruciatingly choose just one of the no doubt fabulous singles released in the past week or so. There was simply mine, and that was good enough for me. I mean, why bother listening to other artistsโ€™ music when I can listen to my own?? I mean, REALLY. Well okay. Fine. If thatโ€™s what you want. If you want me off my high horse, then so be it.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Time Out – Sano Hill

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Time Out – Sano Hill

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™Š๐™ช๐™ฉ – ๐™Ž๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ค ๐™ƒ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก


    Charles carries on regardlessโ€ฆ


    Lately, I have been a very busy bee. Mainly with my recent mixing and producing for other artists, such as CHVRLI BLVCK, Billy Lowry, Vida, Wanaka, Eleanor Collides, Steven Heath and Rich Allen, to name but a few. I have also managed to fit in the odd bit of my own stuff. That album ainโ€™t gonna make itselfโ€ฆ Of course there are the ongoing frustrations in life like technology, companies, systems and people. I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago, but it really does waste a lot of time and energy. And thereโ€™s food and standard daily chores. Having no butler, maid or slave, I am left to fend for myself in this regard. While this is perfectly normal, my job is perfectly abnormal. I have no office, nor lunch break. I donโ€™t clock in at 9, I donโ€™t clock out at 5. One of the best and worst things about being self-employed is that I have to manage my own time. Canโ€™t stand the phrase/term, but this we rather unimaginatively call โ€˜time managementโ€™. I donโ€™t like it, Iโ€™m not great at it, but Iโ€™m getting better. The problem is, that I get in the zone. Although to me mixing is an artful skill rather than an art (unlike production), I treat it like an art, in that I find myself wrapped up in it for hours, fully absorbed as I would be with art. And as each hour passes, it feels like 15-20 minutes. I take mixing seriously and I treat it as preciously as if it were my own music. I know some clients of mine find it difficult to point out things they want altered in my mix, BECAUSE it is personal to me. They donโ€™t want to offend or upset me. But they mustnโ€™t think like this. I have rather quickly realised that it is the clientโ€™s views and wants that are to be adhered to. Not my own. For the duration of that mix, they are my boss. Besides, a lot of mixing is simply taste. It is not right or wrong. If an artist wants their lead vocal upped by 20db, then the artist shall have their lead vocal upped by 20db. I will suggest that this perhaps isnโ€™t the best idea (and explain why), but ultimately they have full control – as they should.


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  • ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜ – this week: This is How the Story Begins – Charles Connolly, Wilko Wilkes

    ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ฑโ€™๐˜€ ๐—•๐—ถ๐˜ – this week: This is How the Story Begins – Charles Connolly, Wilko Wilkes

    This week, Brad (aka Mercury Teardrop) takes over ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ to pay homage to Charles, the man, the myth, the legendโ€ฆ and to dive into โ€œThis is How the Story Beginsโ€, his latest single featuring Wilko Wilkes.


    ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ฌ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐˜ฝ๐™š๐™œ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™จ – ๐˜พ๐™๐™–๐™ง๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ, ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™ค ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™š๐™จ


    Brad does his bitโ€ฆ


    My early memories of music are some of the most vivid memories I have from my childhood. I was one of those kids who grew up surrounded by music. I remember sitting for hours in my parentsโ€™ living room, records all over the shag carpet and giant headphones hanging on my tiny ears, listening to album after album. There was the typical โ€œpopโ€ of the day in the house, but for the most part, I would listen to anything I could get my hands on. From ABBA to ZZ Top, I couldnโ€™t get enough. At about eight years old, I started to buy my own records. For you kids out there – โ€œkidsโ€ being operationally defined as anyone born after 1985 – this was not as easy as it sounds. It was an entire coordinated effort to save the money required, curate a list of albums you wanted, decide on the pinnacle of that list to spend your life savings on, and then, find someone who would take you to the record store. I would often wait for months before I could buy a single record. One of the first records I bought was โ€œOut of the Blueโ€ by The Electric Light Orchestra. I remember the day like it was yesterday.


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