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Post by I on Mar 16, 2006 14:26:09 GMT
I picked up the following 7-inch earlier today:
Jennifer Lara - Oh What A Feeling (Studio One)
Junior Murvin - Clinging To The Memories (Studio One)
The Blackstones - Tribute To Studio One (Studio One)
Natijah - Can't Get Away (Peckings)
Peter Hunnigale & John McLean - Game Of Love/Lloyd Brown - Love Tip (Peckings)
Leroy Mafia - Settle Down/Tippa Irie - War (Peckings)
Observer
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Post by consciouspilot on Mar 16, 2006 16:05:38 GMT
Where you shopping these days Observerator?
Hi to Navarino crew from la Rue Mouffetard, which I realised the other day is a street also featured in your hallway, along with a large bottle of vino....
Connections, connections, connections...
Ites,
Pilot
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Post by I on Mar 17, 2006 18:36:46 GMT
I bought these in Regal Records on Lower Clapton Road, my nearest emporium. They're just a shack really and have very few tunes.
The Navarino crew are cool; Ringo was around last night and we had a three hour session.
And a small boy holding that vino. But how do you know it's the Rue Mouffetard?
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Post by consciouspilot on Mar 20, 2006 10:24:54 GMT
I already knew the pic and the photographer, but just recently found out that it was taken on la Rue Mouffetard...see below...it's about 2 mins from our place I reckon,
Hi to Jaz and Shaune,
A bientot,
Hugh
If I had to choose my favourite Cartier-Bresson, I'd select a snapshot that does just this, even though it's not one of his most ingenious feats of juggling. It shows a boy making his way home through the Rue Mouffetard street market in Paris. He carries two bottles of wine, cradling them as if they were his fragile twin siblings. He beams with delight, pleased to charged with this delicate responsibility, even more pleased to be, while the photographer is looking at him, the centre of the world. The image dates from 1952, which means the little boy might be dead by now - or else he's my age, which is near enough the same thing. But in the photograph he enjoys a perpetual childhood, and so do I, for a few radiant seconds, when I look at it. Sartre's homage can be improved by being cut short: we simply have to thank Cartier-Bresson.
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