Bad Moon Rising

Today, as Björk once sang, Is My Birthday, and as is traditional round these parts, as Björk didn’t sing (or if she did, she sang it on one of her later albums I’ve not bothered with), I’ll begin by posting the song which was #1 in the UK singles chart on the day I was born, because I think it’s a super cool, if prophetic, record to have such an association with:

But inspired by Martin over at New Amusements recent run of posts where he featured every song which had been #1 on his birthday, I thought I’d do something similar. Well, ok, almost exactly the same. Except starting this year, I’ll post one a year, the one from fifty years earlier. So, yeh, totally different. (Oh ok, Martin: I’ll buy you a pint at the Martin Rossiter gig, if it ever happens)

Turns out I’m quite pleased to be associated with this one too, a real pub quiz question of a record, which was #1 on this day back in 1970;

I wonder how many years I’ll get through before I hit a record I genuinely dislike…?

Also: I really hope Gary Glitter didn’t have any #1’s in September…

More soon.

Bad Moon Rising

Sigh.

It was 49 years ago today that this was #1 in the UK.

Regular readers will know why I know that.

Just one more year to go until I can get me that free pen from a life insurance company that I’ve always dreamed of.

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Creedence Clearwater Revival – Bad Moon Rising

More soon.

Bad Moon Rising

Another week started. Another Monday over and done with.

Another year gone. Another anniversary. Another Birthday. Mine.

On the 26th September 19*cough*, little me came into the world. And, as revealed this time last year, this was number one in the UK at the time:

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Creedence Clearwater Revival – Bad Moon Rising

The song, much as I love it, has had no real effect on me. For example, here’s a picture of me as a perfectly normal, fully rounded youngster:

Damien(LaProfecía,1976)

Not really. Far too much hair.

Dapper Wellies

Friends will note that the belly-to-rest-of-body ratio has remained pretty much constant over the past 48 years. Fully rounded, sure enough.

Yeh go on, laugh it up.

More soon.