One of the sad things about growing older is that more and more people keep dying on you. This week saw the passing of Lesley Duncan, one of the great unrecognised singer-songwriters of the 1960s and 1970s. I bought the Sing Children Sing LP in 1971 or 1972 and for many years it was one of my most treasured albums; I have it still, scratched and battered as it sits in my bookcase, a minor monument to an obsolete technology. I never met the lady but for so long she was part of my life; if we had met, I'm sure I would have liked her. She seemed more real than the usual pop singers, but I suppose most fans feel the same about their idols. Anyway, here she is:
No comments:
Post a Comment