Leader of the Pack

You've probably never heard of her, but it's a fair bet that you remember some of her songs.

Ellie Greenwich, a songwriter who collaborated with Phil Spector, Jeff Barry and others to create a greatest-hits list of 1960s teenage pop songs like “Da Doo Ron Ron,” “Then He Kissed Me,” “Hanky Panky” and “Leader of the Pack,” died on Wednesday in Manhattan. She was 68.



You could make a pretty comprehensive sample hit list compilation of the 60s and 70s pop music scenes just by using songs she wrote or co-wrote.

Leader of the Pack

You've probably never heard of her, but it's a fair bet that you remember some of her songs.

Ellie Greenwich, a songwriter who collaborated with Phil Spector, Jeff Barry and others to create a greatest-hits list of 1960s teenage pop songs like “Da Doo Ron Ron,” “Then He Kissed Me,” “Hanky Panky” and “Leader of the Pack,” died on Wednesday in Manhattan. She was 68.



You could make a pretty comprehensive sample hit list compilation of the 60s and 70s pop music scenes just by using songs she wrote or co-wrote.

Colour Clash

I have just noticed in one of those "how did I miss that before" revelations, that my new shoes don't quite match. They are two different shades of brown.

I am going to have to put in some elbow grease with the cherry blossom to even them out, I fear.

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Colour Clash

I have just noticed in one of those "how did I miss that before" revelations, that my new shoes don't quite match. They are two different shades of brown.

I am going to have to put in some elbow grease with the cherry blossom to even them out, I fear.

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Eh?

I spent a large portion of the morning in a meeting that I didn't really want to attend, simply sitting there like a plum.

I made a few notes - we were meeting to discuss new property valuation guidelines - to keep me a wake as much as anything else. For long periods I felt like I did when I was at school listening to something being read out in French: I would understand chunks of it, but other, even longer chunks, went straight over my head. It's a long time since I have sat in on a meeting where I did not know the jargon or the aconyms. Understanding is difficult to impossible on these occasions.

Looking at my notes now, I see that I wrote - in quotation marks - "standardise componentisation". I think I understand what it means, but someone's reamed the English language to come up with that phrase.

Eh?

I spent a large portion of the morning in a meeting that I didn't really want to attend, simply sitting there like a plum.

I made a few notes - we were meeting to discuss new property valuation guidelines - to keep me a wake as much as anything else. For long periods I felt like I did when I was at school listening to something being read out in French: I would understand chunks of it, but other, even longer chunks, went straight over my head. It's a long time since I have sat in on a meeting where I did not know the jargon or the aconyms. Understanding is difficult to impossible on these occasions.

Looking at my notes now, I see that I wrote - in quotation marks - "standardise componentisation". I think I understand what it means, but someone's reamed the English language to come up with that phrase.

Today's Music

In an attempt to remain awake at my desk, I have dug out my iPod and fired it up. It is currently funnelling some Richard Thompson into my ears, which is good. Rather than play any particular playlist, artist or genre, I just set it to ‘Music’ and let the shuffle take me where it will.

One thing I noticed was that I only have 24 songs in my 25 most played list. I shall have to get listening to the iPod a little more often, methinks. Of course, there’s vast amounts of noise on it that have yet to see the light of day, either because shuffle has yet to take me there, or because I haven’t specifically looked anything out. I reckon at some point I shall have to wander down to the inner reaches of my music collection and recap. I shall reacquaint myself with the reasons I acquired some of this in the first place.

Ooh, Seven Seas of Rye; not heard that for a while.

Today's Music

In an attempt to remain awake at my desk, I have dug out my iPod and fired it up. It is currently funnelling some Richard Thompson into my ears, which is good. Rather than play any particular playlist, artist or genre, I just set it to ‘Music’ and let the shuffle take me where it will.

One thing I noticed was that I only have 24 songs in my 25 most played list. I shall have to get listening to the iPod a little more often, methinks. Of course, there’s vast amounts of noise on it that have yet to see the light of day, either because shuffle has yet to take me there, or because I haven’t specifically looked anything out. I reckon at some point I shall have to wander down to the inner reaches of my music collection and recap. I shall reacquaint myself with the reasons I acquired some of this in the first place.

Ooh, Seven Seas of Rye; not heard that for a while.

It's all relative...

Judging from the contents of more than one journal this afternoon, we are suffering from a surfeit of time. The Procrastinators are full and there’s a temporal backwash across the city; maybe across the country as a whole. It hasn’t yet reached the level where time is actually running backwards, but it can’t be far off. Certainly the clock is only ticking over at something like a tenth of its usual rate and that is probably understating the phenomenon.

I have been waiting two or three hours for the last few minutes to tick by to 4.30 at which point I can leave with a relatively clear conscience…

It's all relative...

Judging from the contents of more than one journal this afternoon, we are suffering from a surfeit of time. The Procrastinators are full and there’s a temporal backwash across the city; maybe across the country as a whole. It hasn’t yet reached the level where time is actually running backwards, but it can’t be far off. Certainly the clock is only ticking over at something like a tenth of its usual rate and that is probably understating the phenomenon.

I have been waiting two or three hours for the last few minutes to tick by to 4.30 at which point I can leave with a relatively clear conscience…

Quiz Night

Just a reminder to chums in north London that we will be quizzing at the Griffin, Whetstone tonight if anyone fancies beer and natter.

As usual no pressure, but always good to see people.

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Quiz Night

Just a reminder to chums in north London that we will be quizzing at the Griffin, Whetstone tonight if anyone fancies beer and natter.

As usual no pressure, but always good to see people.

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