Sing for Joy: Papers Press Images Books Films Friends and support.

A Photo of Ellen, who sings with The Bloomsbury Sing for Joy Choir Singing is the perfect tonic A SMALL, spirited figure stands in the middle of the semi-circle of seated people. She lifts her arms and with great energy sings out a single word: “Freeeeeeee….” Her rich voice fills the brightly-lit room. By JANE … Continue reading Sing for Joy: Papers Press Images Books Films Friends and support.

The Singers Tale a documentary Barry J Gibb

   A Little documentary,  15mins…  link below Shot by Dr. Barry Gibb from Welcome Trust and I asked if we could do a session at National Hospital for Neurology … He is keeping all footage of that session so I hope to have a longer film about Bloomsbury SFJ choir….   it has 2 clips from that session … Continue reading The Singers Tale a documentary Barry J Gibb

These are a few of my favourite things, June 2018, attempting to make sense of the Past the Future and Now! & Love. With 2 songs attached x

Sandcastles on Sunny Sands Folkestone. All the Pics me (c.g.) the black & white of myself & beloved Llew Gittens at The Drill Hall London in 1989, is by Sheila Burnette https://soundcloud.com/user1698211/your-blues      The photo the track aboveTrack Val Wilmer          Watching the sea roll and the birds on the wing … Continue reading These are a few of my favourite things, June 2018, attempting to make sense of the Past the Future and Now! & Love. With 2 songs attached x

War Bombs Marches and listening to Music. 1962-1963. The pic above was taken in 1962 an extract from The Singer’s Tale Book 1

Carol Grimes Blogs

June 21st Summer 2018

I am sitting equidistant between hope and despair hoping that hope will win.

BEWARE We have been here before and before and before

‘When will we ever learn?’

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The Hospital I was born on April 7th, 1944

1962

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‘Please, Please me.’ The Beatles.

She liked it and thought that George Harrison was rather lovely. She played the Jazz records that Fred had given her, Dave Brubeck and Thelonious Monk and remembered that she had wanted to be a Beat. Poetry and Jazz, did Liverpool Beat Groups cut it?

Nasty Nora.  

   ‘Fuck it.

The Boss.

‘Make up your own Mind!’

Procrastinating Patsy

Jazz Beatles? Beatle Jazz?

‘Blue Rondo a la Turk’ and ‘Un-square Dance’, not four on the floor; rhythms she had not felt before, she liked it, danced to it without trying to analyse what it was. It was simply seductive.

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