Tag Archives: David Baron

Where are you going my youth where are you going my life (Pier Paolo Pasolini)

Posted on August 12, 2022 by lettiemusic

It’s been so long and it’s hot.  I love the sun but now I’m starting to worry. I hope it will rain soon. It reminds me of a book when I was a child that I loved. It had graphic … Continue reading →

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Augustus the eighth and strangest month

Posted on August 9, 2019 by lettiemusic

It’s been a while since I wrote.  Too long perhaps.  This is my memory after all and my recording down of my encounters, experience and findings; a musical puzzle, an unsolvable maze (did you know if you put your right … Continue reading →

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Happy All Hallows’ Eve…!

Posted on October 31, 2018 by lettiemusic

Here is Hedy Lamarr in November’s issue of Picturegoer  in 1950. Hugh Cornwell writes a great song about her in The Most Beautiful Girl in Hollywood if not the the brainiest in his excellent new album Monster.  Another great album out this … Continue reading →

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Dog Day afternoons in August

Posted on August 4, 2018 by lettiemusic

Are backing tracks killing live music? Continue reading →

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From San Fran to Palm Springs

Posted on March 9, 2018 by lettiemusic

Music is the journey a part of a path I walk down.  It’s the more exciting part of my life and I hope to continue to do it in whatever way I can.  Last year was a difficult year.  It … Continue reading →

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April’s sun

Posted on April 11, 2017 by lettiemusic

I dipped my toe into 2006. An old back up  CD with all my personal stuff from the old company I worked for: A collection of photos, songs and postcards.   I had never looked back until now at that … Continue reading →

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Looking for the light in December

Posted on December 5, 2015 by lettiemusic

This wasn’t going to be a Christmas entry but now it has to be because I’ve left it so late. I was going to have written this three weeks ago. But my mood changed. The children will kill children. It’s … Continue reading →

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St Valentine be mine I’m Hungry

Posted on February 14, 2015 by lettiemusic

We went to the studio in December with Dave Barbarossa – what a legend. His own band Cauldronated are doing gigs around London so do keep an eye out for them – having watched ‘Birdman’ (parts of it filmed in … Continue reading →

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Happy Christmas

Posted on December 21, 2014 by lettiemusic

Thank you to everyone who has helped and supported me this year.  I did manage to get out there and perform a little.  Thank you to my friend Dave Bagg for helping me so much, Denise for having me over … Continue reading →

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Noephemera

Posted on November 15, 2014 by lettiemusic

Having gone through all my ephemera again recently I realise I have nothing which has any link to November. No poppies nothing.  This November we have come to remember more than just the 5th.  November made me feel very nostalgic, and … Continue reading →

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