Originally posted by Caliban
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Any early music / spitting connections? 
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Two are early: one around 1500 and one around 1600. No sign of spitting. -
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1582 - 1633?[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]Comment
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It is a lurking and a busy vindetable.Originally posted by vinteuil View Post
My vote is Robert Johnson...
Early music dude... (c. 1583 – c. 1634)
Blues legend dude... supposedly did a deal with the devil at the crossroads ("choice of direction") as commemorated in this film http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crossroads_(1986_film)
Still not sure about the spitting..."...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Oh my Lord, cloughie...
Bob Carolgees was born Robert Johnson...
Bet you were all over that, vindepays - right up your street, me ol' mucka!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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There is another early Robert Johnson (a Scottish composer, c.1500 - c.1560)Originally posted by Caliban View PostComment
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Bob Carolgees???!!!
May I please restore some sense of decorum, and remarks that "change of direction" might refer to the late composer, Musicologist, Messiaen scholar and campanologist Robert Sherlaw Johnson (1931 - 2000).
Bob Carolgees! Pah![FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]Comment
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Originally posted by subcontrabass View Post
Did he have any reputation for spitting?
I still think that the waggish cloughie may be referring to:
(I'd never heard of this deathless double-act till today, I must confess)"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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Well during the reign of Tiswas on ITV on Saturday mornings in the late 1970s/early 1980s I daresay that your hooter well-stuck into Rumpole On Tort in some East Anglian centre of learning, Cali.Originally posted by Caliban View Post
Did he have any reputation for spitting?
I still think that the waggish cloughie may be referring to:
(I'd never heard of this deathless double-act till today, I must confess)
The rest of us were enthralled by the antics of Bob Carolgees & Spit the Dog, Chris Tarrant, Sally "Is it me now?" James, Lenny Henry, and sundry other turns too humorous to mention
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Originally posted by amateur51 View Post
"A"-levels then living in Paris, old fruit! TV was a blank to me in the UK from 1978 till about 1984...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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So it was A Levels then Paris then Cambridge...........????Originally posted by Caliban View Post "A"-levels then living in Paris, old fruit! TV was a blank to me in the UK from 1978 till about 1984... Comment
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Then back to ParisOriginally posted by antongould View Post
... then it was out of my system and I plumped for the Rumpolean existence aux alentours de Fleet Street
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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It is indeed Robert Johnson.
Robert Johnson (c. 1583 – c. 1634) was an English composer and lutenist
Robert Leroy Johnson (May 8, 1911 – August 16, 1938) American blues singer and musician. Choices of a change of direction refers to one of his best known songs 'Crossroads' made famous by Eric Clapton when in Cream in te 60s.
Bob Carolgees (born Robert Johnson, 12 May 1948 in Birmingham, UK) is a comedy entertainer. He is best known for appearing with a puppet named Spit the Dog.Comment
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Originally posted by cloughie View Post
Hell's Bells, I knew it!
There will be a slight pause in proceedings, I'm afraid... The bike and late shopping call
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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