Oh, I do love a bit of Leonard of a summer evening. I don't actually own this album, but I know every word of it, as I borrowed it on repeat for months and months from Blackpool Record Library in the mid-80s. My mother would come into my bedroom to find me lying on a beanbag in the dark burning joss sticks and intoning 'I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul'. It was what you might call a solitary pursuit. But who's to say they aren't the best kind sometimes? And I now keep coming across it on last.fm without even looking. My tags are its tags, my 'sounds likes' are its sounds likes, my 'also likes' take me there. It's quite spooky.
joella
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