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		<title>By: Sam Burcher</title>
		<link>http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/05/the-unexpected-joys-of-spotify/#comment-2962</link>
		<dc:creator>Sam Burcher</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 15:42:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How strange that I should have been reminiscing with myself this week about seeing, and saying &quot;Hello&quot; to Clodagh outside Boots the Chemist on Walm Lane in Willesden in 1976 when I was a smily pre-teenager. Perhaps it&#039;s time for her come-back tour.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How strange that I should have been reminiscing with myself this week about seeing, and saying &#8220;Hello&#8221; to Clodagh outside Boots the Chemist on Walm Lane in Willesden in 1976 when I was a smily pre-teenager. Perhaps it&#8217;s time for her come-back tour.</p>
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		<title>By: Barney Hoskyns</title>
		<link>http://www.rocksbackpagesblogs.com/2009/05/the-unexpected-joys-of-spotify/#comment-878</link>
		<dc:creator>Barney Hoskyns</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 12:05:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>But how does Clodagh&#039;s oeuvre sound after these many years? (See you in the gym!) (That should leave Mr Warner suitably perplexed!)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>But how does Clodagh&#8217;s oeuvre sound after these many years? (See you in the gym!) (That should leave Mr Warner suitably perplexed!)</p>
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		<title>By: Simon Warner</title>
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		<dc:creator>Simon Warner</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 09:39:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Mark,

A couple of things...

Strangely I&#039;ve written a couple of recent pieces about Spotify and GP-O in these pages which may be of interest.....

Yes, Yes, Yes as Karen O meets GP-O
and
Spotify...Free but for how long?

....but stranger still, when GP-O was my boyhood neighbour in Links Drive, Solihull, Frank Ifield would visit our street from time to time. He had an auntie or a cousin or some relative (my eight year old&#039;s memory can&#039;t furnish fine detail here) and there was a tremor of excitement each time the yodelling Aussie dropped by. I wonder if the junior Neil Megson recalls this - he&#039;s actually bound to as he must have been at least 15 at this time and a huge popular music fan, though it was Brian Jones and the Stones, of course, rather than &#039;I Remember You&#039; who rocked Mr TG&#039;s boat at the time.

Simon</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Mark,</p>
<p>A couple of things&#8230;</p>
<p>Strangely I&#8217;ve written a couple of recent pieces about Spotify and GP-O in these pages which may be of interest&#8230;..</p>
<p>Yes, Yes, Yes as Karen O meets GP-O<br />
and<br />
Spotify&#8230;Free but for how long?</p>
<p>&#8230;.but stranger still, when GP-O was my boyhood neighbour in Links Drive, Solihull, Frank Ifield would visit our street from time to time. He had an auntie or a cousin or some relative (my eight year old&#8217;s memory can&#8217;t furnish fine detail here) and there was a tremor of excitement each time the yodelling Aussie dropped by. I wonder if the junior Neil Megson recalls this &#8211; he&#8217;s actually bound to as he must have been at least 15 at this time and a huge popular music fan, though it was Brian Jones and the Stones, of course, rather than &#8216;I Remember You&#8217; who rocked Mr TG&#8217;s boat at the time.</p>
<p>Simon</p>
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