Through a crack in the window meanders a breeze. Aids the mimic of crickets through the rustling of leaves. And the ghost need not scare me, they’re welcome within. To share my rye whiskey and watch with me. As the rain pours down in the yard. Rain, a most haunting sound. Rain makes beautiful music and rain brings peace upon all whom it falls. Rain by Martin Stephenson and the Daintees from the Boat to Bolivia album back in 1986, perhaps one of the most beautiful songs ever written about the weather and quite apt as it feels like it’s done nothing but piss it down for about three years now. And as the nights draw in, and National Clock Breaking Week approaches, our thoughts turn to Christmas and who better to start the Christmas festivities than the Medieval Baebes who bring their weird folky mead influenced songs back to Leeds Minster. We’ve a competition on page 12 for two tickets but they really are worth going to see regardless.

From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar, When the dawn begins to crack, It’s all part of my autumn almanac. Breeze blows leaves of a musty-coloured yellow, So I sweep them in my sack. Yes, yes, yes, it’s my autumn almanac. Possibly the finest Autumn song ever written, Autumn Almanac, a 1967 hit single for the Kinks, the original warring brothers and a reunion that really would be worth seeing. and a taste of what was to come with one of the best albums ever made, The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society, “a finely observed slice of English custom”. These days it’s almost uncanny if you interpret ‘Village Green’ applied to modern issues. Relevant themes include disparaging the increasing modernisation of cities and destruction of “little shops”, satirising those who photograph mundane moments, exploring the emptiness of celebrity culture and being suggestive of environmentalism. And this was written kicking on 60 years ago. Nothing to do with anything in this issue, I just thought I’d mention it.

From the park you hear the happy sound of the carousel. You can almost taste the hot dogs and French fries they sell, yes you can. Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah. On a blanket with my baby is where I’ll be
The Drifters describing a typical summer day way back in 1964. For the younger generation who might not have any experience of this, a typical summer day usually meant a bit of sun, some blue sky and no rain. Yes no rain for maybe three or even four days, it sounds inconceivable in this day and age.

Alan C certainly doesn’t have such worries over in that there Spain as he celebrates Fiesta time with a nostalgic glow. And for those of us in the mood for a bit of nostalgia we’ve a competition on page 20 to win 2 tickets for former Drifters singer Roy Hemmings’ Sounds Of Philadelphia & Motown show at Leeds City Varieties.