tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458458298755361503.post6534116656768240395..comments2023-09-30T12:54:51.219+01:00Comments on neil storey @ storeys: The Octopus’s GardenNeil Storeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07844747663590337912noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-458458298755361503.post-87277480674654234822012-08-13T13:55:17.043+01:002012-08-13T13:55:17.043+01:00The 'playlist to end all playlists' it cer...The 'playlist to end all playlists' it certainly wasn't - unless we are to take that phrase with a copious spoonful of irony.<br /><br />Ray Davies' magnificent song sent shivers down my spine, and the sight of Lennon, and the unfolding brilliance of his death mask simultaneously stopped and tugged at my heart. But....oh , so many pointless and underwhelming appearances. The ginger bloke doing 'Wish you were here?' Mr. Gilmour, the song title says more than I ever can about that one. Never send a boy to do a man's job.<br /><br />Really the whole thing was just an object lesson in how we've stripped the music of our land of all class over the last 40 years or so. The Who were a wonderful reminder that there is life in (some of) the old dogs yet. And..that Emilie Sande - who the hell is her manager? She's on EVERYTHING!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com