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PostPosted: Sat Jan 10, 2009 6:36 pm
by Rod B.
Brilliant. Just listened to it on Listen Again, and FWIW would like to add my thanks to all involved for such a fantastic piece of radio.

PostPosted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:36 am
by Peter Culshaw
Charlie wrote:Right now, Manu is still working to promote last year's album La Radiolina, which for me was a half-and-half record, with many pretty songs almost lost among too many rockers. Did I say this to him on this recent visit? I did not. He knows what he is doing, and why.

your name, Charlie, came up when I met Manu a couple of days before the session - he said "Oh yeah, he's the guy who thinks I should have dumped the first five tracks of La Radiolina - he could be right"

Looking for neighbourhood stories about him
"Manu saved me life" - if anyone has any....

a couple of great clips from the Colombia Train tour: ... eads=&g=&a ... re=related

and, just for fun, a clip of Hot Pants, Manu 25 years ago - apparently one of the greatest ever rock n roll/rockabilly bands live:

PostPosted: Sun Jan 11, 2009 2:51 am
by Hugh Weldon
The most interesting thing that came out of this for me, and I think Charlie remarked on this too, is just how good he sounds solo with his £50 guitar. I particularly liked that Galician song Carretera. Wouldn't it be great to have a solo acoustic record without all the bong bongs etc. He should be encouraged to go for it.

PostPosted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 1:41 pm
by judith
These past evenings, I've been watching a documentary - The History of Jazz, Ken Burns - and out of all the incredible sounds and footage, the image that continues to linger is that of a radio and the posture and expressions of the people clustered around it. The radio differed in size and the settings ranged from living rooms to barracks, but the portrayal of people gathered together in nearly reverent expectation to listen to music and broadcasters they may have waited all week to hear left me with an awareness of how much has changed, a sense of loss for that which I did not ever know and an envy of those who had experienced what I imagined to be all-time-stopping while they tuned in the radio and turned out the world. Last night, when my companion and I settled in with a brandy and Charlie's show, little did I know I was to discover I was about to share in this same experience I had admired second hand and thus released to the past. The radio had become a computer, the show was archived rather than live, but there we were, enrapt with the perfect balance and form of music and dialogue emanating from a box in the corner of the room. It was just as I imagined it could be and no, not a blast from the past, but timeless. All wondrous things are timeless. Thus is this show. Thank you Charlie.