I was shocked to read over at Subrosa’s place of the death of Gerry Rafferty.
Paisley-born like me and sadly, an alcoholic, like me, but also a great talent, unlike me.
“This is the time and place
To bring out our memories
It’s written on every face
I can see it in you, you can see it in me.”
This song is from his third album, Night Owl (1979). This was one of four of his LPs I bought during my music buying-spree in the 80s. I would play his albums regularly while stuck in my various bedsits around England and dreaming of better days.
These two songs are also from Night Owl. Thank you for the music, Gerry…