Sunday, 2 November 2008
The perfect end to a weekend
I've just watched my recording of the Burt Bacharach concert as part of the BBC Electric Proms season. (Either ask your parents or check out the red interactive button for highlights if you need to know who he is) The man is a genius and I couldn't help reflecting (see what I did there?) as I was watching that he defined the cinematic sound of the sixties and seventies. A guilty pleasure but a treat nonetheless.
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